Landslide
I love you more than daylight
The way the water in perfect choreography dances to it
How easily tall grass morphs into a luxurious bed when sunshine ever so softly passes it's fingers over your brow
I love you more than the night
The only point at which the gentry are observably hushed
Where one might evanesce into the mystery, cloaked by dark and deep voiced Nox
Peace a fleeting figment in the gadabout hours, a reality substantive enough to hold
The masses dozing while I knock around my musings and fancies
I love you more than Sunday evening jazz
More than piano strings that stir wild unspoken hopes
An upright bass that trembles with the same promissory notes as my own lark of a heart
Saxophone peeling the paint with it's wail, shouting playfully, insistent it not now, nor ever be ignored
Drums determining the pace our conversations take, and raising the stakes, tidbits of truth drawn out into busted floodgates of forthrightness
I love you more than words
The ability to express aught and entirety
Enlightenment, illumination, communication embodied and declared
Evidence of the soul in print for thirsty eyes to drink deep of and be sated
Perception given voice, clarity in understanding made palpable, tasted as it peppers the mind
I love you more than this life
Existence being all that is, was, might have been, might be, sustainedly, without cessation or pause for deliberation
These hands that have held, touched, felt, comforted, and known matchless tenderness
Each example you might become aquainted with
Every chord held, every color named, sensation numbered
I love you more than one and all
Wrap your mind around unwavering
Familiarize yourself with the idea of forevermore
9/27/10
For Christopher, who sometimes needs to be reminded how incomparably important, cherished, and treasured he is.
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The way the water in perfect choreography dances to it
How easily tall grass morphs into a luxurious bed when sunshine ever so softly passes it's fingers over your brow
I love you more than the night
The only point at which the gentry are observably hushed
Where one might evanesce into the mystery, cloaked by dark and deep voiced Nox
Peace a fleeting figment in the gadabout hours, a reality substantive enough to hold
The masses dozing while I knock around my musings and fancies
I love you more than Sunday evening jazz
More than piano strings that stir wild unspoken hopes
An upright bass that trembles with the same promissory notes as my own lark of a heart
Saxophone peeling the paint with it's wail, shouting playfully, insistent it not now, nor ever be ignored
Drums determining the pace our conversations take, and raising the stakes, tidbits of truth drawn out into busted floodgates of forthrightness
I love you more than words
The ability to express aught and entirety
Enlightenment, illumination, communication embodied and declared
Evidence of the soul in print for thirsty eyes to drink deep of and be sated
Perception given voice, clarity in understanding made palpable, tasted as it peppers the mind
I love you more than this life
Existence being all that is, was, might have been, might be, sustainedly, without cessation or pause for deliberation
These hands that have held, touched, felt, comforted, and known matchless tenderness
Each example you might become aquainted with
Every chord held, every color named, sensation numbered
I love you more than one and all
Wrap your mind around unwavering
Familiarize yourself with the idea of forevermore
9/27/10
For Christopher, who sometimes needs to be reminded how incomparably important, cherished, and treasured he is.
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