a splash of the sun, a sigh
a hint of rain, but nigh
a moth in love with the flame
a tolling bell that calls the night sky
a darkness that refuses to stray
a togetherness without you and i
if you are the moon
then there’s much of me you’ve never known
am wild or at least I’d like to think so
and often found a little off the stage
there no frame that can hold my gaze
am the dot that’s often erased
If you are the sun
then am afraid i come out only at dusk
often when the winds blow harsh
I can be seen singing from the trees
laughing at the breeze
If you ask around they wouldn’t know
where to send you any more
I live mostly in my mind
and sometimes in the wasteland you call home
do you ever think that all your broken pieces
might live across the oceans grey or in the triangular bay?
do ever walk with no destination in mind, except in circles square?
do you search for soul mates in eyes of moody blues or tempestuous curls of hair?
do you take well lit roads of addresses unknown or walk the silent stairs?
do you want for postcards from heaven or texts from strangers known?
do you hurt like crazy but talk with laughter in the air?
are you the piece that fits my puzzle or is my puzzle your affair?
have you ever thought how if you and I were to meet we would be complete?
octobers my favorite color, as is to swim in waters blue…more so in depths of grey
wrapped in delicious ambiguity of an ordinary life, with not so ordinary expectations
myriad highs and lows of feelings tenacious, but caught in their estranged
cavorting smiles and fleeting glances, all lost in endless romances decadently
donuts, cafe, midnight flea markets, infusion of colors in scarves
imaginary friends and a reel world, a canvas so vast, it holds all my madness at home