Decided to catch up on sharing some of my writing today.
I am Alive
Every dot and every stroke
build a bridge
span a gap
heal a wound
we are all one
or all none
Ships in the night
we were never more than happily awkward
I am flighty and naive
you are just a bit uptight
and sometimes its okay to suffer
through a too or two
and maybe time and space matter
more than I ever thought
or maybe they don't...
The butterfly crash landed after
a bumpy but beautiful ride
and in the end I realized
that our real eyes are a matter
There is no Answer.
There are many...
I get carried away...
thought you might want to come too.
I would have loved to hear that song
you almost sang
in the middle of that dark, alone night
and I've pulled it together...almost.
Nineteen states, six Canadian provinces
A stale and lonely house left half alive.
A couple tiny disasters
and a few massive escapes.
Is it okay to mourn something
that was but a fanciful dream of the heart?
A few sunrises... TOO few sunrises
a squeezed in moment or two as you hurried on by me.
I could induldge a hearty game of "What-Ifs" with myself
but would it hit undo or unsend?
I was never good at playing hard-to-get
with those I suspect I might like to be got by.
One more song for you...
this one sung without a tune.
Thanks for passing through.