Can death come
Without a grave
Does love out last
Time and space

What of spirit
Can it hover
To enter inside
Another empty place

Will an emotion
Begin to fade
When not stroked
By loves embrace

Can you give
What's not wanted
In a box
Wrapped with lace

Who can say
Where the heart
Might indeed go
To find grace

Let me tarry ever onward,

may sleep's crystals land not,

upon my brow;

I never realized how precious

it would be

to find my cheek upon your bosom, until now.

~

Let me steal away

to where rays of sunshine light your hills,

your garden spills bounty upon my table,

and I'm able

to taste the fruits of our desire.

~

Darkness can awaken your shadows,

I squint to see

if your windows dare look towards me.

Night darkens blue,

and I recall the you,

We've all had these moments.

when from somewhere deep inside you
it hurts like hell to breathe
and you're broken from the inside out,
with hurt in your blood
and in the marrow of your shaking bones.

when your fingertips sting from guitar,
your hands are bent from piano
and ache from the pen you gripped so tightly
just a few seconds before.

'Twas twilight on an odd day, winter
with the shadows playing tricks with my head,

and to my dismay,
I'd had it, that day
I can't believe what those idiots said!

It was cool so, I pulled on my "hoodie"
with a logo of a team I'm not for,

no matter the name,
I wore it the same
someone knocked then, 'fore I opened, my door!

I welcomed them in past my threshold
just to find out there was nobody there;

Sometimes it seems so difficult
making sense, of what is true,

by the time I've gained the knowledge
for that day, the day changes, "hue"!

Consequently, I have lately
become multi-optic with my eyes,

and a tad bit more discerning
so that the truth, I'll realize.

I listen with my ears....intent
and I know from what I see,

when things start appearing "suspect"
I'll ask questions to clear things up for me.

One morning by my window
my first mind was made aware,

while the dew clung fast to the outside glass
I saw there wasn't anybody, there.

I squinted at the morning's brightness
straining my focus for so I could see,

but my view held empty promises
and none of them were meant to be.

About that time my second mind
began to rear it's crazy head,

to my dismay it wanted to, "play"
I considered going back to bed!

Then from my heart my third mind
offered me another choice,

Let's pretend away the shadows
and erase away the fears,

we'll find solace in the future
and let the past hold all the tears;

let's pretend for just an instance
empty moments we hadn't shared,

and both of us were interested
because both of us still cared.

Let's pretend we're in the sunshine
sipping cock-tails in the shade,

and neither you, nor I could think of
any place, which we would trade;

Let's pretend we're not pretending
or that we never thought to start;

I guess I'm alive if that's what you'd call it
i've been waiting to set free the wish in my pocket
so, so long dirt road
i'll see you 'round
the valley, it beckons the wind as it blows
all the spiders are going to bed with the crows
'cause they settled for naught
let their own webs hold them down

this crazy mountain air must get to me
i know you're never there but you're all i see
if wishes could be, i'd happily believe
that this breeze would bring you back to me

~

In a most, colorful shade of brightness
on a winternoon;
with the shadows hardly bothering, at all;

the air's got a bite
as day ready's for night,

causing mercury levels to fall.

~

There's this chilliness inside the brightness
on a winternoon;
continuing to persist, to convince;

on a journey, Sol goes
causing shadows to grow,

one can watch Sol retreat, if one squints.

~

Wayne and I are observers
quite aware of all that we see,

one might say we're the founding fathers
of the Third Eye detective agency.

I'm seriously not boasting
it just may be the saddest fact,

and neither of us are exaggerating
these idiots really don't know how to act!

There hasn't been a "fleeting moment",
or a "fraction of a while" that's gone by;

where someone during the day's movement
hasn't taken something, and turned to lie!