2nd Story Window

What’s been in our window’s way, I don’t know

How many promising nights did we wait

Sun gracing each season’s skies through the years
That’s what they claimed all those arduous days
But our eyes didn’t see
What our skin didn’t feel

Now comes the end, so the calendar sings
Belt it out here, with me
Not a song that tells you you’ve got to go home
Instead check the window sign

You’re not alone

Just Sunshine

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.

Nana

If there be a legacy
Decidedly mine will be
Silver not white, though all it’s worth
Afro-bold, in spirit, for, I’ll keep good company

Down with brushing shifting shoulders at all times, Day or Night
Upswept, if it serves a proper purpose

Shouts The Story everyday

If thinning it becomes in my end days
May it be that others gathered to pass on the baton
Queens that came before me, know this: You did your job

Come Truer

We didn’t want to know her
We wanted to be her
Certain we were her, we danced
Amidst the flames of our heart, we danced

Weaving, as dreamers do
Our story with yours
We picked up the pen
With aching hands, but ink anew

We stayed still, in Once-Upon-a-Time fashion
Hoping to make the one day we’d meet
The happy afterall
Come truer

Hemispheres

I’ll pretend I don’t know nothin’
You pretend you’ll set me straight
That somehow I’ll know somethin’

You were bid down under
To be taken down under
And be taken with the down under

Only to emerge
Having seen the tapestry
From below and above, in full

You were chosen to taste fear
To digest metal
That your feet would seek magnetic North

I, the storyteller in training
You, the epic tale
We, one mind, two hemispheres

Credits

On the way to midnight
Honestly aren't you tired
Rumination
Maturation
Arrested

Comparison
The hair on her
The mess on him
The should have knowns and unknowns
The old film reels replay

All the while they don't care
They smile
One dimensional grins
As your epic fizzles
And fades to black

Fire

A circuit broken
It must be
For I am funny
Please hear me

A heartstring missing
Within you
Why does my beauty
Fault your view

A shallow moment
You indulged
Became a chasm
That engulfed

A too-late goodbye
As you wish
But in my memory
Our first kiss