Did It For Me

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I needed to stay
and watch you
tremble in your sleep.

With nary a sound,
you stunned.

Observing my eye. 
Collecting my thoughts. 
Grouping. 
And processing, processing.
Slow first, then faster. 
Performing. 

Although slumbering, 
you sensed my awe
and lack of a shutter for proof.
Still orchestrating,
you made me miss my flight. 

Conductor

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Where might I stand to be sheltered from safety

Danger is dancing on the horizon tonight and I dare you to say whether it’s dawn or twilight

I tell it to teach me the good trails to take

The Secret trails to take

Where, when I weave and travel as danger does now, others stare and plead “take me too”

And if they’ve truly electric in their veins, then I can

We’ll go and we’ll stay 

And we’ll dance 

We’ll teach and we’ll weave 

While we travel

Far East at First

Route 66

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Confused by contrasts 
The world may tilt its head
And wonder whether 
Our will is pure
Or has lost its way

He’s not taken aback
And cannot manufacture concern
If in one breath 
Lungs profess His glory
Then in the next
They exhale and entertain
With dialated pupils
Deeper sighs
Sharper canines
Deltoids more deeply defined
Electric blush polka dots

And if with wanderlust
Our heartstrings conspire
To wrangle and lasso
The Auroras
The source of saffron
The Silk Road
The Amazon
Route 66
And all things in between
He won’t show surprise
He knitted that there