we sail the greatest storms
and get closer to nothing, still
each day the tide will rise and fall
while the faces come and go
so we take from them what we can
and what we think we need
gather each and every part
of what we think we know
...
but I'm still here and I'm not going anywhere
this is why -
when you talk,
I hear
but don't listen
instead I choose to speak
with the subtle t i p s
of my fingers
because words don't mean a thing
I catch your gaze...
with the sun on my face, and
seashells in my pocket
for that moment
I am yours
I am anything you want me to be
lay your head down
give in to my essence
let my steady thumper
guide your slumber
sleepy eyes and gentle ticks
pull me closer
an inkling of how the world could be
with nothing before and nothing after
a kiss from the sun leaves you drunk
in candy-coated disbelief
all you see is blinding brightness
all you hear is distant chatter
of a man with his child,
teaching her to fly a kite
warm rays kiss your spine
every
thing
is
bliss . . .
until the wind picks up
and spikes begin to surface
the very top of your skin
suddenly you get a grip!
but fail to bare the weight of your past
so you recline, once again
into the comfort of your darkness
a place where sun don't shine
and the air is still
until -
silence and
silence and
chaos
govern each
waking
moment
and you start to remember the time
in search of something solid
-
sweet boy?
if you could only feel the weight
of
my
heart -
it would sink any inclination of reprisal
and summon a feeling of restitution
still you preach a life of freedom
but keep your self from redemption!
so I leave you alone, with your misery
and your red wine
as we stumble yet again
