My Favorites
Ideal
I want to be drenched in rain with you
Get into an argument, and lose
Keep on dancing when you walk into the room
I want to find you asleep on my couch
And kiss you on the forehead
Cover you with a blanket
Make me laugh when I feel like crying
Let's play point and counterpoint
Let's come to the same conclusion
Tell me what's wrong with me
And I'll tell you what's right with me
Show me your gentle side
Find my unseen facet
Hear me in my music
Read me in my words
Feel me pressed against you
And respond to whatever ensues
You must see the adoration in my eyes
When the sarcasm rolls off my tongue
I want to leave you out in the cold
Then feel the joy in running out and saving you
Smile when someone mentions your name
Roll my eyes when you speak
Time
Love and Time have nothing in common
and so, i think, neither do We
yet the ties that bind blest they be
show up where we (least) expect them
Time does not apply to Us Together
nor does It make Our cords weak
For, lying together in a living pool of Time
Your hand touches mine and I know
that there in life are things more important
than how the clock pushes me around.
all of my hours of busy
all my years of never
are disproved by your seconds of happy
And Happy equals Love
(My concept of when
Fall's Behind and Spring's Ahead)
In the lifespan of a word-
of a God-
will our Time live on with Love.
Up Climb
Sunshine, you're climbing
Up-up the mountain
You'll see the beautiful view
The colors, the shapes
And you'll learn
Sunshine, you'll learn
To capture that beauty
Bring it down to us
Show us your perfect dawn
You'll come back someday
And we'll be waiting for you
To lift our purple darkness
And warm our hearts again
Unwanted Unknown
The sun rises on a purple sky
And the blackest clouds roll in
People awaken to their dreams
The make believe and the fantasy
The soul is carried in these clouds of emptiness
It ruptures, and falls with burning rain
On people with down turned faces
Drop-wisdom. Drop-love. Drop-loneliness
Drop-unused, untouched hate
The void opens wide its wretched mouth
Devours the next unwanted life
It moves on with shrieks of pain and anguish
Echoing in its wake.
The terror has passed, but will return
It needs the soul it was denied.