We fell into Place
From our homes in outer space
Human race is but a trace of stardust laced
In every carbon footprint we displace
An inflection of the passing turns we take
When we are seen in another’s eye
Its all the same as asking why
Why not now can we fly?
Fall in style through the needle’s eye
Love needs reflection
Love weaves impression
Love breeds expression
Love leaves no question
Like the backs of fragile, aging hands
Reveal their stories
To passing youths
leave a message
like birds build nests
from fluttering desire
Our dreams burn higher
Bent together
Overtired
Cracks and gaps
House liquid gold,
We re-fashion ourselves
And are reborn whole
It's alright to be anxious dear
Feeling fears and mascara smearing
The spilling cup of care so near
Is bountifully being held in healing
Impeccably practice, redefine reminders
Fight not back a tearful finder
Got enough tears for two?
So also does the morning dew
Let them fall and burn
Then we take our turn
The depth of warmth
gives us the shivers.
Sharing synchronized breaths
affirmatively forming whispers
Deoxyribonucleic acid
from tongue to bud
we are empathic
Cliffsides tumble and turn back to sand,
as your fingers
wrap around my hand.
When you kiss
my chapped lips often,
we fall forever
and land so softly.
Burdens lightened
by weightless care
in these arms
you’re held secure
Spread and fill
this atmosphere
The air outside
is prickling cold
so steam may rise
from our evaporative souls
we pull on covers
To remind the other
that time will hold
another fold
around the corner
of garment strings
we mend back
into everything
If the way back home
gets long lost
Reach for me
and I'll come last
Toss and turn for a while
Dream a dream of eyes that smile
Awaken now the simplicity of soul
In the light flowers turn to unfold
feeling your bed under my hair.
resting in this moment here.
Around again
towards afternoon
dance in sunrise
and set the mood
in the kitchen
cooking breakfast food
while you set the table
and make more room
Backgrounds live in a length of song
Stretching time through subjective wrongs
Yes we're yet young
and may rewrite these lyrics
Summit screaming or valley singing,
Your voice shines brighter
than church bells ringing
To the outside looking in
Only oneness forgives a sin
Quiet minds
find a plane to wander
a face to ponder
a place much fonder
Where purpose pours
In perfect drops
of portrait water
and frames freeze frequently
in the faith of laughter
We give ourselves permission
To take, give
To live, let live
And follow dreams to fruition