Retracing Seventeen

Across that field you’d come
With your glowing blonde hair
Softly waving its threads against the breeze
Another glance left open to interpretation
Another almost spoken set of words
Felt through the eyes instead

So on we’d go
Into our separate ways
After the world of discovery
You immersed me in
Without any intent or responsibility
To the aftermath of danger’s titillation

Smoke filled rings
Swirled in disguised escape
A young soul lost
Behind the wall of books
And a stage
She’d soon discard
For lessons beyond promises
Contained in fantasy,
Truth’s expression,
And the unspoken heart

Of a grown soul still lost
Retracing her steps
To that field
She walked across
Until it became a memory
Of youth’s innocent hope
That the world contained
The possibility of dreams
Bigger than what could be seen

Gone are the smeared pink petals
The rose used to wear
Your blonde locks and blue eyes
Frozen in a seventeen year old’s unfinished beginning
An unpromised dream soon to unfold
Onto an unseen reel
That will someday be played
Within the experiment we still call today

Sunrise and Pretend

We stood on that pavement
The sky heavy
With its soon-to-be rain
Saying our good-byes
Hoping that it wasn’t
The last touch
Or the last sound
That meant
We were still each other’s

Your dark eyes still
As always
Your voice telling me
Not to think of it as a mistake
Mine full of tears
With a shakiness
So uncertain of my future
And us

The truck was waiting
But we held on
In that embrace
So unlike the ones
We had found ourselves in before
We promised each other
This wasn’t really good-bye
Not wanting to let go
Of what we were
And who we could be

It could’ve been our last
So I told you I loved you
Like always
A few words of hope
From your lips
A nod of agreement
And the last visible tears
Transferring their wetness
Onto our hands

Years later you said you were proud
Of what I’d done
I told you my life was better
But that I missed you sometimes
Your arms were safe and tender
Just like I remembered
The smell of expensive cologne
Making it seem as though
We were still stuck in what was

We tried to promise what we couldn’t
A life of what could be
I still miss you sometimes
And wonder if we were crazy
For wanting to stay embraced
In a world of only sunrise and pretend

A Young Girl's Bathroom Sink

I stand apart from myself,
immersed in this false candlelight
Watching the water drop endlessly
into this so called white basin.

Knowledge, experience, truth
come from the above source,
slowly forming at the faucet's tip.

Each clear drop falls
to its place on the empty surface
until this sink of mine overflows
past the brim,

Taking me back to yesterday.

Sweet oblivion for one moment only
for as my visions fade into today
you pull the plug on the drain
that sucks away each drop
of life-giving rain
that has turned a soothing escape
into despised ghosts.

Sounds of a Mockingbird

A young girl's eyes
filled with tears
curled up
under a sheet of blankets
alone with her heart
that won't stop exploding
with pain, anguish, and darkness

A black hole she's fallen into
and she's not sure why
The images have faded
A set of deleted scenes
Taped over as if they never existed
Like trying to watch a reel
expecting a picture
but only hearing a few slices of sound

She winds up the metal key
so she can sleep
He tilts his head
from side to side
brown fluffy ears
with patches of blue
on the inside

Over and over it plays
a soft tune
bringing calm
like the waves of the ocean
swooshing in their white foam
against the beach's sand

She finally shuts her eyes
full of their sticky moistness
not knowing that someone else
was somehow there
and somehow will always be

The words of the tune
she won't hear
until she's told
years later
curled up in the same sleep-like state

A tune of a mockingbird
hushing a baby to sleep
an angelic voice
she's come to know so well
an angelic voice belonging to someone
that couldn't have known
yet somehow,
someway,
they do

1990

A summer of discovery
swirled in a vortex
of storms, midnight dreams, and a fabricated dance
Being thirteen wasn't so bad after all
with your disguise playing itself out
on a stage of deception
that became a beloved haven
of escape and comfort
from the outside swirls
of what really was

Swinging upside down
from the branch's bark
almost sturdy enough
to sustain formless wishes
of becoming the reflection
seen each day

Twenty episodes later
I'm still there
running in circles
with you
around the gazebo
in dresses and ribbons
talking without words
sensing who you really are
behind the eyes
behind the facade
you learned to play almost too well

The wind told me you and I would be here
connected in a storm of together
too strong to dissipate
into nothingness
a pull so strong you can't say no
overwhelming the boundary of who is you
and who is me

Now the only question that remains
is who we were
and whom we will be

How to Pick Up a Man While Selling Chips

1. Start to think you're really hot.

2. Wear your hair up in a makeshift bun after attempting to let it air dry, which it never does. Brushing optional.

3. Tell him he can refer to you as "Chip Chick" or "Sassy Lil' Mama."

4. Only wear minimal make-up: base, mascara on the upper lashes only, eye shadow, lip gloss, and a little pencil.

5. Wear the company provided biker looking black non-slip boots.

6. You're a size 6, but put on the size 8 khakis so you look slimmer than what you really are.

7. Pretend you're not the slightest bit interested while staring at your handheld computer.

8. Try to turn him off in every which way: swear like a sailor, flip the bird, tell it like it is and tell him you can only accept "diet" drinks because you're watching the girly figure.

9. Offer to listen to his problems, nod, and say a few encouraging words as if you're really interested.

10. Always, always, wear the padded bra, even though the twins could really use a minimizer.

Orange Peels at Night

The scent of burning citrus
against the black sky
full of musky silence
and sticky cobweb like film

I'm running towards you
backroads full of stunted palms
overgrown crabgrass
and hidden scenes of despair

The sounds of Kenny
singing about wine
in two dixie cups
the thoughts of your love
filling the vessel inside
a new-found addiction
comforting an over anxious soul
fighting for something she can't yet see

You open the door
without the sound of a knock
sensing my arrival
seconds after the final call
telling me how and where to go
almost lost
like my heart
in an entwinement of skin, lust and feeling
of finally
this is it

So easy
So free
So long gone
like that scent of orange peels
burning in the night
just a forgotten mist
of invigoration
and promise of an inviting dream

Now awake
the phone doesn't ring
and your voice is only a recording
stored away in a box
sitting on a dampened floor
wondering if it should be replayed
or left to collect the dust
that will soon accumulate
once the sunrise's rays
begin to shine again

Endangered Flirtation

He's an ass
covered in dim lights
and perfect cream-colored clothes
the kind you find
in a magazine
or plastered on a billboard

So inviting
to the one
who likes
perfected air-brushed beauty
like the image
everyone had told her
she should be

He doesn't tell her his name
Only questions
That seem to come out undisguised
in the midst of brown sugared tea
too strong to be indulged
yet carelessly consumed
so that for a moment
she can reveal
what's really inside

The only thing missing
is a puffed out cigarette
or two
He asks if her hair has a little red
She says yes
And lets his hands
caress
what only one man should have

The gold band is forgotten
mentioned in passing
as though it doesn't really exist
He offers her a ride
an invitation for danger
or perhaps just a way
to forget the emptiness
until a new void
gets created with the rise
of the sun's first set of revealing rays

Lingering Facade

You were a gentle breeze
The kind that sneaks up behind your back
Brushing against the skin like a tease
You wanted what you couldn’t have
A sense of control
Entitlement to a gift you hadn’t yet earned
But you thought you did

I’m sorry it didn’t work out
Quite the way you wanted
You can’t catch what you don’t already have
An independent spirit won’t be burned
Because she’s already free
To make her own choices
And define her own life
Not be tricked into a trap
Of whom you think
She should be

Good-bye was the right choice
Even though the prize you dangled
Was a temptation shrouded sometimes
In regret for not being taken
We can’t go back
You realize
To an unspoken almost tune
Suddenly creating steps that were never written
Destiny always has its way of manifesting
If not now, eventually

And ours was just a brief moment
Of passing connection
So beautiful
Incapable of being forgotten
Yet discarded
Like a piece of paper
With scribbles
Of what we don’t want anyone else to see

A $20 Bottle of Chardonnay

The last bottle
of cheap wine
poured into glasses
painted with margarita palms
takes me back to the tipsy tank

A tank that sometimes I get drowned in
until morning starts to shine its first rays
of wake me-up light
No more fun dancing
or bad karaoke interpretations of Ms. LeAnn

It's now 5:30
Not midnight
No more darkness
Slept away in a swirl of dizzy

Only a small remnant of regret
For doing what you said you wouldn't
A lingering feeling of almost sickness
From a toxic substance
That erases the pain you feel about yourself
Enticing you with the allure of everything's wonderful

No matter the name
Chardonnay,
Cabernet,
Pinot Noir,
Grigio,
Merlot,
Or perhaps Sauvignon or Sangria
If you're feeling a little edgy
It all ends the same

Reality is a prison you can't escape
You are a reality you can't escape
Decisions made
A chapter written
A synopsis now unfolded
That wasn't quite the tale you meant to have told

The only hope
Is a blank page
That is still pure white
Inviting in its innocence
Waiting to become the reflection
Of what and whom you really feel inside

A Preview from "Miss Davis"

The sun was beginning to shine its first rays across the lush, green crabgrass that still showed a few droplets of dew trickling down the interior. A view of the ocean’s blue line was just a few steps away. The chaotic force that drove the water towards the shore, only to end in a calm whoosh of foam white could be heard from the edge, even though the strings of saw grass hid it from the naked eye. Sometimes she came out here to clear her mind. Other times it was to escape from the emotions that she was forced to keep bottled up. Here she could let them escape and ride into the wind, the same way the seagulls above flew without a sense of care. Miss Davis had lived here for almost twenty years, but it wasn’t until the last five that she had ventured out to the coast to catch a glimpse of the beauty that drew so many to her home. It was early, but she could spot a few runners making their own trail in the white sands that could deceptively burn you in minutes if you weren’t careful. She found a bench under the shielding shade of one of the cypress trees a half mile back from the shore. A sigh of peaceful relief escaped her lips as she stared out at the teal green expanse of the Gulf of Mexico. It was a peace she so desperately needed this morning and a peace she wouldn’t feel again for several months to come.

“Twisters!” “Twisters!”

The collections of screams were shouting with a mixed sense of urgency and fear, as they ran to find shelter inside the building. They moved together like a herd of animals wanting to outrun the source of inevitable danger. The screaming voices were an awakening to both her mind and weighted down legs, jolting them out of complacency into the fevered action that blurred its way down the sidewalk, up the stairs and through the peeling, painted brown doors. Dark gray swirls of uncertainty seemed to follow the herd past the doors into the room that they had haphazardly gathered in. No windows. No basement. No sure sense of safety. Only hope. Hope that somehow they would be spared the impending wrath of destruction that didn’t seem to care what or whom it took with it before dissipating back into the nothingness that it came from.

Scenes like these were beginning to become somewhat commonplace. Storm after storm, in an endless chain of devastation. Miss Davis couldn’t remember a time when she had witnessed so many. There had already been so much loss, so much chaos and confusion. People’s lives were in shambles. Homes destroyed; in some cases wiped right off the foundation they had once stood so proudly on. TV crews kept documenting the tragedies for the rest of the country to witness. But a few scenes of plywood, steel tin panels and street lamps being whipped in wind and rain aren’t the same as actually being the ones the cameras are busy pointing at. “Ivan” was the latest arrival. So many names and so much irony in the fact that they were essentially all the same unfrozen blizzard that kept returning as though it were seeking revenge for a past indiscretion. Though miles away from its center, Central Florida still had to worry about the effects the outer bands might unleash on the fragile land that merely floated on the underlying aquifer beneath it.

Miss Davis enclosed her arms around Muriel’s chest, shielding the top of her head beneath the cylinder hollow she created in an attempt to keep the young girl safe from any flying debris. She could feel the structure of the building beginning to sway with the force of the wind that was screeching like it was a runaway train trying to make a last minute stop.

Two sets of clouds were beginning to separate from each other, each edge still almost touching as the whispered fragments allowed a few rays of sunlight to shine through. Even though the ground was beyond damp, with the promise of mold and must, the slivers of yellow light against a piece of blue sky were enough to inspire hope. The wind was still blowing its cool swirls of animosity against the remaining droplets of rain that continued to fall from what was left of the mass of gray danger hanging above. The pain in her right leg was unbearable. Fighting back the urge to cry out in sheer agony was easier than wondering how she was going to hoist herself up. Somehow she had to. She had to sift through what was left of the walls and the ceiling that once stood around them. She had to find the children. She had to find Muriel.

Buried Imprints

In a not so distant yesterday
I held onto your arms
In a tight grasp
Afraid of having to let go
Of who I thought we were
Unsure of what would become
Of our hearts
In the distance and solitude
Where only our minds
Could possibly touch
Or go astray

Saying good-bye
Was almost too easy
As though there were no more threads
Left of the strings between what was
And what could be
I guess we were tired
Of night dances
And daytime wishes
That couldn’t erase the emptiness
Between what was
And what should be
Of an existence entwined

Love is funny
In the sense that it never ends
Even after you’ve let the last pebble of sand
Slip from the grasp of your fingers
So that it can become free
To find what it now wants
Becoming just a memory
That fades slowly
Like the light of a sunset
Returning only in pictures
Captured by time’s stillness
Forgotten until the lines of the imprint
Rub up against today’s reflection

An Angel's Wings

Deep within the night
Stars sprinkled in the sky
I’m wrapped around the coolness of the air
I look towards the blackness of the heavens
Two clouds form the wings of an angel
Against the vastness of black might

My eyes transfixed
On the vision above
Soul entangled
In a comforting vision
That won’t be forgotten
A message within a random mix

Unspoken Whispers

Tonight I heard your voice
Your arms were heavy
Your breathing rapid
Like the stream that flows
Past the rocks
In a hurry
To get to a place
It doesn’t realize
It’s going

I don’t know what you wanted
You don’t know what to do
You said
Like raindrops trickling past
Each other
Falling to the same destination
Without purpose
Without form
Becoming meshed onto pavement
No longer what once was
Waiting for evaporation
To return as something new
Yet the same
In a never-ending cycle
That has no answer
Only truth and existence
Beyond singularity

Reflections

When I think of you
I realize you're the one force
Who has never lost the power
Of what mysteries can do

Fifteen and I thought you'd left
Vanished into the night
Never to return
Except on reels of tapes
I'd replay when life became too much
Or when I needed a reminder
Of the dreams that were kept

You're not the only one
It's true
But you're the only one
That returned
With a new mystery
That revealed
We were never done

Now it's two souls in a dance
Recognition of lives gone past
More than we know how to explain
You're just another person
Like me, like him, like her
But still capable of holding
My heart in a never-ending trance

Love, it is not yet
Like, it is more than
Somewhere in-between
Fifteen and thirty-three
You and I became more alike
Than imaginations could ever see
Or two faces who've spent this lifetime
Merging their identities
From the moment they met

Preparing For Battle

In a box
I found an old letter
You gave to me
Full of encouragement
And child-like joy
Stickered amongst
The few words
So as not to overwhelm
My undeveloped mind

I never told you
You were my favorite
Funny how things don’t really change
On the journey from innocence
To dark responsibility
Funny how somehow
I knew to keep that letter
Safe
So that it could someday
Remind me of what you
Already knew
I would need
And
Who I would be

I often wonder
Who you are now
Ten years ago
I caught a glimpse
And then it was
Good-bye in disguise
But your spirit
Always remains

Like today
In words spoken
Twenty-five years ago
“Sergeant at Arms” I was
And I will be again
My only hope is that
You would be as proud
And grateful for me now
As you were then

You and I

Yesterday
You and I
Became intertwined
Hoping for more
Than what we could see
Beneath the glow
From our eyes
Came the yearning
To become
What should be
Two as one
And now

You and I
Are about to be gone
Torn from the shambles
Of what was
What could be
And hopes
For a better tomorrow
The light
Can shine again
If we’d let
It cross over
Into what we
Feel should be
Wishful thinking
I know
For what you want
And what you’ll do
Are as far as the distance
Between where my heart lives
And where your feet stand

You and I
We’re like those plastic bags
That get caught up in the wind
Floating on air
Twirling without thought
Aimlessly hoping
That the place we’ll land
Is more comfortable
Than the ground
We were carried away from
Not forgotten
But unable to return
Because the wind
Doesn’t exactly reappear
Like it did
In the same place
Twice

Fixing This Dysfunction

Fixing this dysfunction
Requires more
Than a phone call
Or a simple touch
Meant to say
“I’m sorry.”

I’m not sure
It’s even possible
After years
Of being shut-down
Inside
Any affection
Dying
Each time
I have to see you
Or hear the phone ring
In your haphazard attempts to fix
What was

I don’t think
You yet realize
That what was
Still exists somewhere in my heart
It remembers
Each tragedy
Spun from the fabric that unraveled

Leaving strands
Scattered across
A floor now filled
With a mixture of cluttered debris
And stain-free spots
Visible amongst the chaos of leftover scripts
That weren’t meant to be written
At all

We Were Never Too Good To Dance

You once told me
That I was too good for you
Back when it was
Just another dinner
And I wanted to make up my own mind

But truth has a funny way
Of already knowing
What will transpire
If not now
Eventually
Becoming a less than opaque
Reality
Almost the way a sunrise
Begins to show us
What we weren’t sure
Existed in the night

So I told myself that I wasn’t
That you were somehow wrong
That we were okay to dance
Despite the ex who wanted revenge
And the kids that turned out okay
And you, who always felt inadequate
For being less than who they thought you were
And the rebel inside, who needed to be rescued
By someone just learning how to grow-up

You were right
But I have no regrets
That it turned into more
Than just another dinner
Or that the music we danced to
Has now evaporated
Somewhere between
A coastal breeze
And a mountain
Whose climb
Was worth
Every breath

A Final Goodbye

Don’t you think
It’s about time
We let each other go
We’ve talked about it
A few times before
Yet never followed through
I suppose
Out of misguided obligation
Or the need to still love
The way we used to

The way we used to
Laugh and smile with our eyes
The way we used to
Love without words
The way we used to
Become one
In a caress that felt
Like smooth sand
Slowly tracing
Over the skin
Again
And
Again
Connecting
More than just flesh
More than just our hearts
More than just two souls

It was a connection
Of our lives
Together working
Towards the same dream

A long time ago
That dream split
Into two
Continuing
To love you
Won’t make it one again
I’ve got to fly towards
My destiny
And you need to stay
In yours

Just know
That when goodbye
Does finally come
And we’ve collected
The tears, the pain and the emptiness
That I’ll never forget
That smile, that comforting voice
That feeling of home
Or the ecstasy
I once thought would be impossible
For someone like me

You're Better Off....

I’ve decided
That you’re better off
With her
Because I can’t
Be controlled or manipulated
Into being an image
Subservient to your needs

You’re better off with her
Because we still want
Different things
That I won’t give up
Just to appease
Your need for dominance

You see, I don’t love you
That way
Not then
Not now
It’s not my problem
If you made
The same mistake

With her

At least she adores you
In a way
That I could never
See myself
Doing
At least she takes care of you
In that way
That I would never
Be able to force myself
Into doing

You see,
You’re better off
With her
Because even though
She doesn’t have
Your true heart
At least
She’s able
To make up
For the absence
Of mine

Karmic Circles

It’s as if we already love each other
Not the type of love you see in movies
The “happily ever after” that makes
One smile in anticipation that it just might
Be theirs someday

No, it’s a different love
A bond between two spirits
Alike in so many ways
Yet, separate from each other
Becoming complete
Through the inspiration
Of each other’s existence

It’s as if we’ve already known
This would happen
A connection
Seemingly one-sided years ago
Now more than imagination
Could’ve ever hoped
Yet, still not complete
Because there’s more
Waiting
For us to say
“Yes” to

A never-broken connection
Even as
Today has reversed
Yesterday’s roles

Me, no longer
The wide-eyed
Adult-in-training
Full of star struck
Admiration for
Part illusion
And part realness

You, no longer
Untouchable
A grown-up child
Acting out
A substitute dream
Finding the way
To an unspoken heart

Now it’s me,
A grown-up child
Releasing substitute dreams
For a rediscovered, unspoken heart
Only touchable, you think,
By my inspiring words
Which return the hope
And influence you once
Instilled in the spirit
Behind them

You,
That adult
Still in-training
Wide-eyed
And perhaps
Even a little star struck
With the manifestation
Of the illusion
You once helped portray

Growing Up Dysfunctional

You wonder why
I don't say "I love you"
You wonder why
You've never heard it
Escape from my lips
Without the coercion
From your need
To justify the absence
Of what should exist

Do you not remember
That just because we share blood
Doesn't mean that the feelings
Automatically come built-in

Do you not remember
How you made me feel unwanted
As you drove me towards the airport
A six year old child
Who in your eyes was wrong
For having the DNA of a man
You made the mistake of loving

Do you not remember
The times your words
Were so good at screaming
I was inadequate
And please don't forget
The times your hands
Were full of anger
And I had to feel
The pain for your inadequacy

Its taken me years
To realize
That it wasn't me
Who was wrong
That it was you
Who wasn't ready
For a child
Who has somehow learned
How to love herself
Despite the fact
That she was told otherwise

You see, I don't say "I love you"
Just to hear a set of empty words
That contain no feeling

I don't say "I love you"
Because I'm still angry
That you were nothing more
Than a shell
Who never seemed to really care enough
To acknowledge the truth
Or to support the dreams behind my eyes

You see, I don't say "I love you"
Because, quite simply
I don't

Returning the Favor

Back when my spirit was young
And I thought I knew everything
I would need to
And my visions of what could be
Were still in full color
Radiating their aliveness within actuality
Which they would make disappear
Into the blend of a visible horizon
And the valley beneath it

You appeared on a fabricated stage
Of wonder and disguise
I didn’t like your illusion at first
I’ll admit
But it grew on me
Until I was lost in the story
That saved me from ending mine

An end that a part of me saw
As the only way to escape
The pain that I couldn’t
Stop
from being felt
The bottles filled with those capsules
Of a promise
Of perpetual dreaming
Were there
They weren’t mine
But it didn’t matter
They stared back at me
An enticement into non-existence
I was tired of crying
And feeling my soul rip itself
Into pieces that never seemed
To fit back together
I was tired of feeling
Out of place
Until I remembered
That I wouldn’t get to see
The rest of that illusion
Play out
Or experience the light
Behind it

Now you’re back
Without the illusion
Just the light
That needs to know
How to shine again
Or perhaps you’re back
To guide me again
To who
I’m meant to become
Perhaps it really is
A case of purpose intertwined
Regardless
There is no question
That the gratitude and pleasure
Is all mine

Shadows of a Forgotten Dance

You were disguised
In hopes that I would see your soul
What you forgot was that
I had already seen
A piece of that gentleness

A piece of your reflection
Wasn’t hard to decipher
Through the walls
Feeling your innermost presence
Was the easy part

I’m not sure why you chose
To hide yourself
Did you think I wouldn’t know
That I wouldn’t open up
That I wouldn’t show you the same
Set of understanding eyes

Perhaps you were right
Our real life roles
Dictated otherwise

Now we’re here
Still communicating behind walls
This time without the masks
That were never truly there

Our souls saw through them at the time
Our souls were those masks
Expressing their innermost presence

Distant Love-The Aftermath

I am here
And I love you
And in my mind
You’re right beside me
Your smile
Your touch
It’s all there

If I were to wake
And feel the empty air
Would my heart
Also disappear

Would the disappointment
Of reality’s stillness
Make me want to run
Or would the remembrance
Of the unconscious connection
Satisfy me in reflection

Youthful Reminisces

You were my light
My life
I was entranced by your presence
The connection I felt was inexplicable

You were nothing more than a dream
A creation of two souls
A journey into who I would become
A haven from present reality

You’re always with me
I’ve never forgotten
The inspiration
The passion
The drive to find the real you

But time has passed
And now I’m no closer to that oblivion
Than I was then

I can revisit who I was then
And who I wanted to become
I can turn around and search for the road
That will take me to that place
Where I live the vision

The desire hasn’t changed
It’s still yearning to unfold
Question is
Will I go backwards
Or forwards

Distant Love

I want to start the day in your arms
Waking up to your smile
The sound of your breathing
The light you get in your eyes when you see my face
There’s nothing like the feel of your hands on my skin
It’s the only time I feel complete
The only time I feel like me
The only time I can let go

If I could rewind time
I would’ve chosen to stay
Back then I was deaf to the pain in your voice
And it felt like it didn’t matter if I left
Now we’ve wasted more than a few years
On paths that have somehow crossed again
Only this time I can’t seem to walk over to yours

My heart is frozen, locked away
And I don’t want to turn the key
Back then you were all I could see
All I wanted to live for
And you took that love and discarded it
Like yesterday’s news

Ripped down the middle
Torn apart
What was I to think
You couldn’t give and I couldn’t stay
In a world of wishes and dreams

Now you say you’ve changed
You were in an endless fog
That you’re almost through
And I want to believe that it’s true
I want to give like I gave before
But the passion’s not there

Is it us, is it me
Am I dead to us or to life
Am I unable to find my way back
To the world of wishes and dreams

Hearing your voice at the end of the line
Comforts me through night and day
We reach through the emptiness
To hold each other, to touch a piece of our life
But then one of us has to go, one of us closes our eyes
The line is dead until we choose to pick it up again

And it's back to nothing
Back to the mundane routine
Back to being alone
Cut off from our world of wishes and dreams

I don’t want to be left here waiting
I’m ready to move forward
The question is are you
Or is it the same as before
Me, ready to go,
You, not willing to move
Please don’t tell me I’ve wasted my effort
To get back to what was you and me

Soulmate Whispers

I see you standing there
Bags in hand
On the way to who knows where
And I don’t know what to say

If I said I want you to stay
Would you hear the words
Or would you turn away

Not knowing that what I need from you
is more than goodbye

More than what you wanted
I was caught between
What you had
And what I thought was
You and me
Building upon what could be

What I find here is peace
What I found is you
Could I see the end of the journey
I wouldn’t have what is true

I do nothing but create
In my head, in my mind
What is, what can be, what was
They’re all swirled together
See what you can find

I feel like flying
Away from what I see
Better to live what you dream
Than to simply breathe

I’m here, so are you
What we are is crossing paths in time
A piece of creation
Becoming a purpose intertwined