Sunday, July 8, 2012

Face and Fall

"I don't like where I am in my life"
One word slurred into another
"Too much pain and too much strife"
Unaware of all who love her
"Don't tell me tomorrow what I've said"
When the afterthought turned to beg 
"I don't want to face what I've become"
Blurred memory of where she came from
"Maybe I should... maybe I should face it"
Then her own advice quickly dissipated
"But I can't do it - I shouldn't have called"
And the voice disappeared into her nightly fall.

Sunday, July 1, 2012


If I could stand within the rays he emits long enough
Maybe I'd be comforted enough to say this:

Your face is a calm autumn day in the middle of summer
And your smile has rays that send my head over -
- and under, and through - sweet dreams in slumber
I dreamt your arms to be a warm, nestling blanket
So I hold on to the moments with our brief embraces
And I hold in the words of my impatient feelings
They bang loudly against the walls of my imagination
"I was just wondering, are you seeing anyone?"
Such a simple question! I can't bring myself to ask
As though the answer would remove the mask
Is it a facade I've held on to that there is a chance?

I wonder if I'm happiest with my imagination's glance.