Shall I wake you to your true desire,
Make you face the life you dream;
Bring you back to the realm where you and I exist
In a world greater than fantasy?
I sense your struggle to uphold yourself,
I face with you your fears;
But how can I communicate across the silence
That you are safe throughout the years?
You know I love you.
You know I’ll share.
Come home to me.
Come home with me.
Let me give you everything I am,
Let me take all that you are,
And sail, in love, into infinity.
The sun shines outside upon wavering leaves,
Clothes spin rhythmically in the hall’s machine,
And the kitten climbs over the hills of my hips,
Massaging tiny claws into my slender waist:
Intoxications, all, thick with poignant quiet,
Tense with the slipping void,
Tight with the ticking of time,
Deep in the afterglow of you.
A chill blankets me,
I curl into the shadow of a new-old energy;
Visions billow behind closed eyes,
Dreams-wants-desires filling the miles between:
Sailing the seas, spilling joy with the sun’s kisses;
Careening steadily through trees on mountains high;
Speeding on lost highways under the moon’s laughing grin;
Growing the magic of love with mutual friends…
So many seeds we planted in our late-night meeting,
Wishes dangling like fire-lit lamps on our path;
When you are ready to dine on peaches and pears,
When you choose to wake or fall into a dream:
I will be there to taste your lips again,
To breathe fire into your heart,
To wander far into our world,
To be the never-ending beauty that is ours.
A thousand leaves quiver a million colored hellos
And I remember you.
A brisk wind chills my fingers
And I embrace the sensation,
Tickled by the thought of you:
Your warm hands on a chilly night finding mine,
Your cool eyes twinkling like blue skies,
Your broad smile breaking, and changing my life.
Give me this cold autumn
For the days and nights are ours
And dance me into your arms;
Amidst the colors and the sun and greys
There is nothing but beauty,
And the colors shine brighter from the rays of your heart,
The sun marries your magic light and the world is warmer,
And my mind flickers and spins in awe of you
And we fall in love in a magic spell of our creation.
I would confess my love to you again and again;
It’s not going anywhere…
Even when I fall in love again,
Even when you leave…
“You are the only one…”
…who ever looked at me that way,
…who ever stared at me that way,
…who never loved me that way,
…who never let me get away…
“…’Cause you are mine and I am yours,
“Let’s not fuck around…”
You, your friends and I,
our rhythms intertwined,
our depths married helplessly,
our knowing eyes seeing:
We are not the blind masses.
We are not the unfeeling things
Who see nothing but work,
Who feel nothing but theory;
We are the ones who make life;
We are the ones who enact dreams maniacally.
Yet, you sit.
Waiting…
…for the ether…
…in the ether.
You might not want to look at me
In the way that stole my heart,
But he does.
And he intends to steal my heart back,
To place it back in my chest
So I can live and love again.
You can put me on your list
Of women who still want you;
You can put me on your list
Of women you have broken;
You can put me on your list
Of those whose hearts you rule;
But I am still smiling
And I am still me
And I am still loving,
And I still love you
And I still break all the rules
And I walk into the night
With my self-made standards,
Still bright
Still brave
Still free
So,
I am alone.
So,
I choose to be.
So,
My heart aches for you.
So,
I would rather this than confusing pain.
So,
I am alone.
So,
The leaves still tremble on their trees;
And they are not enough for me
‘Til they transform to a pair of butterflies
And one chases the other on an Indian Summer afternoon.
Then,
You are enough for me
And my love is enough for me
And my poetry is enough for me
And the trees are enough for me
Because we are still connected
Like the wasps around the trees
Like the sun and the leaves
And maybe
We are but changing like deciduous leaves:
Dying,
Falling from our native home,
Becoming part of something new…
So,
We are still connected
Though
It may not seem to be
And
We may never speak again
But
Perhaps we will.
Oceans of Mine 