So often my thoughts turn
Spin
Run
When I would have them be still
So often my thoughts turn
Spin
Run
When I would have them be still
When does a sunrise
Cease and become the morning?
Do we really know?
A day spent with you
Whether out or on the couch
Is a day well-spent
By firelight did I see your eyes
The first they locked on mine
And burrowed beneath my disguise
With clarity divine
You saw beneath the hardened shell
I’d built upon my skin
And saw into the untapped well
Of spirit trapped within
And patiently you chipped away
At walls both thick and thin
‘Til flooding in came light of day
O’er my heart’s raucous din
So since we locked eyes in the red
And flick’ring light of dying fire
E’er have I owed, my belovéd,
To you my love and my desire.
Why does the sun shimmer and wink
When passing ‘neath th’horizon line?
Why must it tease in orange and pink
As red pours ‘cross the skies like wine?
A year here, a year there
So often I long for freer air
Yet pine here, there
A year is not small
Not short. Not when time’s all
We have, at times
So I look to tomorrow
Not to next year, next decade in sorrow
To tomorrow
And a bright sunrise
I look about and find
Every happiness
And yet my soul cries out:
This place is not the one
Peaceful smells wafting
Through the quiet evening air
My mind at last slows
When night takes my mind
I dream a thousand dreams
And live a thousand lives
And when I wake
For a moment, sadness takes me
That for now I live only one
Ere dawn I watch your breath
Rising and falling
Soft
Peaceful
Your eyes closed so easy
Free of the dreams of day
And I think how wondrous it would be
To kiss your cheek
Warm
Orange in the morning light