Don’t close your eyes around me
I’m not here so stay a while
When each the river’s running
Gone and take the other path
Call it what the heart’s assent
Eating grapes at the table
With a friend amongst four others
There’s your place
And welcomed grace.
Beyond the stairs we walked along
Beneath the wheel’s remains
The old Mill House, past Balmoral Lane
I couldnt quite find a reason
To stop you, a look into your eyes
A wheeping heart we thought we spied
So luminous and full.
A plan developed in my mind
A gift of nature’s surprise
So I picked the lovely heart
And gave you my dear prize.
Your cosmic dust roars around my fire
Spinning vortexes before my eyes
That gasp and exhale
As a thunderous Goddess
Taking solace in this darkened dance
Excitedly played upon the wall.
How good it feels, your warmth
That laps at the edges of my own sanity,
Spinning, my thoughts reach out
Grabbing your dangling hairs
While my ecstasy builds
So as to be just like the moon
Whom calls each of our moments home.
I’ve come along for the magic of night
Singing to my reflection ahead
Eyes wide open I’m inside myself
Forgetting all the bows I tied
While waiting by your side
A test I left unwritten, un-scribed
For distractions had taken the best of me
Towards an un-planted tree
Soil so deep I lost my shovel
And turned my soil to better ground
To grow the bio I dream of
Where magic of night shall leave behind
A day to open me up wide
You didn’t have to lie to me
Just stopped saying you loved me
And I never knew so much goodbyes
Could mean all the things they seem to be
I didn’t miss a beat with you
Called me on the telephone
With some nasty things to say
I didn’t know truth anymore
Holding vivid remembering
Just a lonesome memory.
Oh, you didn’t have to lie to me
Stopped saying the things you used to do
It should have never been
Will you ever shut this out?
It’s not a lie to me anymore
Looked me in the eyes?
It’s not a lie to me anymore
When I see the sky turning red
And hens calling out loud
It ain’t you beside my bed
And when I said I’m not a married man
I wasn’t lying there with you
I’m not lying to you anymore.
I don’t want to hold onto this enormous feeling.
A Skeptic once said the past isn’t present,
So let us believe that a fullness isn’t real
(A limit we reach where we can no longer give, share, believe),
Let this feeling take us on a tenderness stroll
Like sheer cotton shading giant pillows we lounge upon,
Meandering through ancient streets and wild forests
Where we stop at every third park bench we pass
To sit closely and pretend we’re still consciously speaking
In syllables that reason can understand and explain,
For to me your words speak in gestures only my ears
– And perhaps the dear sweet Cupid who so cleverly pinned us –
Can fully grasp at, mingled so heavily with vibrant lips
My eyes cannot escape being entranced by,
And breath mine hairs can feel so warmly upon
With your gentle yet firm fingers ever so delicately
Squeezing a new pattern into mine palm of eternity.
I want to hold onto you, the back of your neck with softest of curls
As our lips mean to share what we’ve intoned of a feeling,
Forgetting for brief moments our shooting star madness
And living a while longer by the bane of our senses.