You step light Yes Yet you’re Clumsy falling Here and there I hope you find your Fix Or repair
It’s Only a Matter of Time
I want to rest my eyes Upon all the coasts Of all the oceans and seas In all their fabled glory The Red Dead Java and Caspian The Bearing Baltic Black and Mediterranean The Arabian Indian Pacific and Caribbean To gaze upon the lines Where water caresses the sky To throw my wish in Then retire Home Beside the ocean
I can’t wait to drift off Get lost within a dream Where all my concerns of the day Are carefully measured Weighed And then thrown away
If tomorrow could no longer Fall from my mouth, Then I will bid you adieu Off in search of what seems to be a secret. Should I fail in my mission Then it was nice knowing you.
For the Autumn in Your Eyes
There is a picture that exists Within your eyes of an antique painting Of a Victorian chair In which you wish to sit Yet you fell through a nadir Lost forever in a field of black lavender. Although I wish to join you there My words won’t fit through Your kaleidoscope. You lay there frozen In the vast scent of time So I’ll show myself to that Very chair At least A part of your fading stare.
Lovely, aren’t you?
I have always done my best To provide for you, For what you need. But if you wish for me To drop to my knees And beg Then you are The direct definition Of a bitch.