ah oui
am the girl you set free
far out in the the deep blue sea
when they came a calling
all they found was a beating heart
and the makings of a new start
sometimes when you listen hard
over the falling rain
the water dregs up a beat
strong and steady
like the last retreat
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
don’t say i haven’t been searching
but you can’t find what you don’t know you want
If it’s walls in which you put your trust
mine are built beyond the infinite line
don’t look for love in places, faces
cause am never to be found
if you and i were to meet
it has to be in a nameless street long after am gone
tangled, messy, long hair
tangerine sunshine, a song in the air
watching you from afar, eyes behind glares
rising dust storm, run-away heart beat
you, me and memories of us here
thank you for all the laughter and a million memories strong
nothing recedes without leaving behind…
an echo, a silhouette, an imagined warmth
with you, I’ve discovered time and tide come back for second chances
may they find me just a little wiser and a little happier
and a traveller for many a miles long
and should you call, I will play along
this time, for the love and the echoes of the song.
it seeps in slow …the last month of the year
and brings along with it a quilt of patchwork memories
colorful pieces of musings and adventures happy
snatches of conversations and moments stolen
from by-lanes never forgotten
it feels good to snuggle in and look back
this month …that year.
Someday when you know for sure
You’ll love yourself lots more
You’ll tear up the letters and the napkin folds
Of the fools who dilly dallied
And spoke in hushed whispers of wanting you so
You’ll stare at your reflection in the pond that holds your tears
And set adrift a little blue boat for tomorrow
And a red balloon with hearts made of gold.
it seems like a vastness of time and space has found it’s home in me
the more I linger, the more drawn in I am
and should I choose to fly the open skies
the comfort of home keeps me close
if I said I missed you so…
would you carry me home
Tonight?
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
stronghold
cavorting smiles and fleeting glances, all lost in endless romances decadently
so
donuts, cafe, midnight flea markets, infusion of colors in scarves
gay
imaginary friends and a reel world, a canvas so vast, it holds all my madness at home
maybe.
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