this too will pass
and here we am, once again
heart beats in time to the fans on overdrive,
that slight tickle on the skin, kissed by doubt
movement behind the eyes betray thoughts of contentment
as the the flickers of light dance and frolic [as they do at times like these]
idle times they may be, and idle time does be dangerous
[treacherous, even]
and a quite wish for the rain that came, that felt this,
that came down from a cry inside, because of this, the things they cause
weather changes, a stir in the air,
and a tingle on the back of the neck, hairs on end
words slip through as they pass by
silent moments blurring through the fabric
no, no, I think, I say, I almost am
too soon, not again, not like this,
dressed like this,
this costume of culture
an image of detachment and self-absorption
eyes cast downward
off trinkets and collectibles
mirroring the wandering tendencies of an agile mind.
Mischief makers coursing through
prime-time familial familiarities, a
smile and a nod [sideways glance]
[inquisition] yet removed [on a level]
haddock and wine combined with
good company -
-but these are days past,
yet we reach for them, clutch
how these [un?]seen cycles repeat,
and I call out each one from afar
Though, there is change,
there is movement, and I tell myself
"this too will pass."
I tell a lie to myself it did once,
it will again,
and for but a moment, I find comfort.
No worry, this time,
not yet,
I face this with open eyes
and a [relatively] clear head,
perched atop a chair, this time,
nothing so gallant as a throne,
nothing so wonderous as a mountain,
just a simple wooden chair, eyes-height,
for though I am a quixotic one,
I am no longer so young as to believe we can all end up happy.
flashes of you, so close I can breathe you in,
you can be my air, you can be my breath,
you can sustain me here in this moment in my head
cradle me from the sick and sad,
wipe the single tear I allow to fall
put it in your mouth and tell me I need water,
with a slight smile and cock of the head,
showing me it will be ok
you're breathing for me through your eyes and you don't see it,
you can't see it
so as you are my breath, so I will be your eyes,
shifting here and there, always alert and watching,
I can watch your back if you can keep me alive
and then the last cigarette burns out,
and so does the image, so fitting, so right,
so close, and so the one
for someone else. [set me free]
Now I cry with a smile, and I taste the coming Fall
as the days grow shorter and the air cooler [if only late at night]...
Oh, how I welcome it,
Oh, how it has been missed.
~*~
Thank you all for waiting.
heart beats in time to the fans on overdrive,
that slight tickle on the skin, kissed by doubt
movement behind the eyes betray thoughts of contentment
as the the flickers of light dance and frolic [as they do at times like these]
idle times they may be, and idle time does be dangerous
[treacherous, even]
and a quite wish for the rain that came, that felt this,
that came down from a cry inside, because of this, the things they cause
weather changes, a stir in the air,
and a tingle on the back of the neck, hairs on end
words slip through as they pass by
silent moments blurring through the fabric
no, no, I think, I say, I almost am
too soon, not again, not like this,
dressed like this,
this costume of culture
an image of detachment and self-absorption
eyes cast downward
off trinkets and collectibles
mirroring the wandering tendencies of an agile mind.
Mischief makers coursing through
prime-time familial familiarities, a
smile and a nod [sideways glance]
[inquisition] yet removed [on a level]
haddock and wine combined with
good company -
-but these are days past,
yet we reach for them, clutch
how these [un?]seen cycles repeat,
and I call out each one from afar
Though, there is change,
there is movement, and I tell myself
"this too will pass."
I tell a lie to myself it did once,
it will again,
and for but a moment, I find comfort.
No worry, this time,
not yet,
I face this with open eyes
and a [relatively] clear head,
perched atop a chair, this time,
nothing so gallant as a throne,
nothing so wonderous as a mountain,
just a simple wooden chair, eyes-height,
for though I am a quixotic one,
I am no longer so young as to believe we can all end up happy.
flashes of you, so close I can breathe you in,
you can be my air, you can be my breath,
you can sustain me here in this moment in my head
cradle me from the sick and sad,
wipe the single tear I allow to fall
put it in your mouth and tell me I need water,
with a slight smile and cock of the head,
showing me it will be ok
you're breathing for me through your eyes and you don't see it,
you can't see it
so as you are my breath, so I will be your eyes,
shifting here and there, always alert and watching,
I can watch your back if you can keep me alive
and then the last cigarette burns out,
and so does the image, so fitting, so right,
so close, and so the one
for someone else. [set me free]
Now I cry with a smile, and I taste the coming Fall
as the days grow shorter and the air cooler [if only late at night]...
Oh, how I welcome it,
Oh, how it has been missed.
~*~
Thank you all for waiting.