There had been no love
In each open space
Found on the cobblestones.
No, each open space
Found on the cobblestones
Spit and debris
Dust and grime
That transcribed its years
Onto the closeness to my nose
That I could always see
Though my eyes were held afar.
If only we would have found us before I left
This long journey that kept me rolling over
To see a deep brown eyed wish for an evening.
I recall each new passing moon rise
Where soft voices sing me aside
Left open to a wish I had you here
In a ever waltz around an empty room I grew
So fondly amidst unwritten spaces
For some of our un-lived memories
Carry each their new meaning home.
For I knew no other, I knew you.
Secretly I whisper to the eyes that hold but little space for me
An awareness that belongs not to my soul of desire
But to a lost alarm clock beckoning for another hour
A window catches a blinking light somewhere in the horizon
While a cat sadly roams about the hall with a limp it cannot heal
Desolation is a lingering affair amidst night before’s busy streets
Where once fireworks begged for mercy in the air like dragons nightly play
So I shall talk at odd volumes to hear my voice again
Though no memory shall recall the words that secretly danced
Amidst uneven sidewalks of a forgotten despair.
Wisdom calls in the elements
And smiles to each torrent and fury
Wisdom tramples upon no minion
Takes no weakened arrow
And pulls no tender feather
Wisdom spews no fallacy
Nor isolates convenient truths
Wisdom sweeps no dirt
Under our very own beds
Wisdom holds space
For every voice to share
And walks hand in hand
To the center of the square
A march of justice
With a silent peace flag
Wisdom charges the air
With truth and an open heart.
Would you be a heart that will call out?
Shoes so familiar
Like eyes closed into sunshine,
And memories that float into this blank space –
Too happy to change it –
For we’ve started to understand
That tomorrow never comes,
And all we can hold on to
Is the ball clanging around wildly
Inside what we close our eyes to guard against.
This isn’t a memory,
This is pure unabashed and secret dreaming…
A love that screams to come out,
And I’m walking through the madness
With a hope to one day find my way out.
I woke into a space
I could not call time
Magical fires burned
And mushrooms grew
Below thick layers of dewy moss.
I, the explorer,
The harvester of what could be
Looked upon the land
As opportunity to
Let loose all dear things
Go as I could plan.
Here the gold
Of my mind
Could leach its way about
As if a blooming grape
Out of a four year and scored stem.
I remember your hair when it turned black.
It reminded me of reflection off the lake
As night rolled in from daylight.
I saw ravens circling around
And the nightlife lights shining neon
In a jet set latex of thrills.
It was 70s underground
That had no part in funk.
I remember how tight the black looked,
How sharp it felt and cleanly it cut.
I could see space ships taking off
Into an outer limit that redefined blackness
With foreign substances like black holes and galaxies.
But most of all, I remember how much life
Existed within those black walls,
How friends moored for comfort
And looked for desire and found life
And how even your stare
Was pure blackness through my eyes of sight.
I remember your trance,
And how looking into it intrigued me so much,
That I knew of nothing else but the
Strange affliction it had on my pulse.
Today black is all I wear.
I cloth myself because I have become itself,
Lost in an experiment of dance,
Too foolish and too free yet
To back down and bow
Before the queen I know
The blackness you are.
And I will rest here at your feet
Awaiting the smoke to clear and
Lift the sharpness licking my brain.