Enter Into

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Wanting to look
More deep into her eyes
Wanting this thing
More than breathing

Wanting to calm
What stutter-stops his voice
Wanting to know
What does he want

Enter into conversation
She will be your song
Enter into understanding
He will prove myth wrong

Double Helix

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Mirrors and many things
Left behind
No longer serving to remind
All she disappeared into
It was a hollow
Worse than silence

Comes now each new day
A ringing out
In Chickadee song
So sweet, all I long for now
Is to hear her DNA daily
Feel her backbone & warrior call

So Much Us

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Excitable
Calming songs

Morning grabbers
Midnite wanderers

Strangely enough
Far too much becoming more

Omnipresent
From somewhere else

Covered in that certain rust dust
Perfecto

Moving together
Are we ever

Radio Silence

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Ok, Change gods, have your holy way
For, with me or without me, you’ll carry on today
I choose, with me, my goal remains to grow

Now move upon your mandate, I’ll close my eyes and go
As you adjust the channel, I’ll hold on, right or wrong
Spin me up a new song, I’ll learn to sing along

Over

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There was that night
An only slightly dimmed light

There was that song I sang to you –I believe you sang back– about being crazy ‘ bout you
An ode I’m inclined to replay over and over and over in my mind, in hopes that I’d grow tired

There was that us celebrating love
An honest Thanksgiving

Ocean Behind

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Goodbye last chance to dance
Again

Saved us

If only for a time
Some heartache
Where, were there a promise
Who’d have forgiven us?

Not us

Again
I wish we’d have danced

Original Thought Credit: “Different Worlds,” Jes Hudak

Ante Meridiem Musings

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How dare I contrast
Confuse
Or compare

The gorgeous rhythm of rain
Upon this corner of the world
Stirring my morningtimes now

With predawn’s blessed birdsong
Celebrating a coming sun
Inspiring my risings back then

Have they not both awakened me
Gloriously
Miraculously

Just Sunshine

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I am told of a song worth singing

That the curveball I ought throw life, in perfect pitch, sounds something like this:

“I’m gonna love you like no one has hurt me
I’ve known just sunshine
Wild imagination, deeply invested
Forever, we’re fine”

This, the lore, these sage storytellers I keep company with implore I believe that

A song I must sing, I am told

Original Thought Credit: “Come Rain or Come Shine;” Music and lyrics by Harold Arlen and Johnny Mercer, respectively.