The center of time comes from thought
between forward and backward balance.
Moment is within me, I enlighten and ignite
my present sweeping life energy
through spirit with intent.
Inhale light as love and peace unite,
release fire then cleanse the heart.
I open like the lotus, stretching
to the sun.
If I were to walk away
would you watch or turn your back?
If no words passed from my lips
could you still understand my heart?
When I reach out for your hand
will you gladly lace your fingers in mine
or react as though I’ve burned you?
As I fall asleep tonight
will you hold me, caress me
or will you find the furthest edge of the bed?
I’ve made you dinner after work
will it fill your stomach, sooth your soul?
I walked away and I thought I heard you call
but silence follows me expertly as I close the door.
She filled a vial with my tears and forced me inside.
Desperately I struggle, my hand reaches out of the murk
Quickly I am taken, surfacing bubbles of my last breath
you take for boiling water and choose to save yourself.
I am no longer in your bed but collapsed on the floor,
you take no notice because I burnt your supper.
There’s a girl who I remember well,
She wore long beaded necklaces
and had feathers in her hair
walked around without a care to weigh her down
and she was the most beautiful girl I ever knew.
I met a man once who had a plan
with his bright eyes and sad smile,
He wandered around for a while
lost in himself, lost in his words
perfectly at peace in the world.
They were dreamers who never dreamed
but chose to live instead. When the autumn leaves
gathered in the fleeting stream and tall trees painted
shadows on green canvas she packed her things
and traveled as far as the land did go.
She built a boat of paper and hope
inscribed on its sides Buddhist quotes
and waited for low tide.
He stood on the shore waiting with paddle and oar
a beacon of light in the darkness she held inside
together they lived without dreams
sailing beneath the moonbeams
counting memories made on every star
and he began to open his heart
He showed her his demons and taught her to love her own,
taught her to love openly. She revealed a truth she did guard
in the depths of her heart a dream she never dared to follow.
As he spoke of truths and slumber they knew the days
of their journey were numbered.
He woke in his bed, the curtains pulled open, the sun shone
through the glass, and smiled thoughtfully about the past.
She stared in the mirror removing the feathers
put away her jewelry, deciding to grow up that day.
Though the ocean pulled them apart, they cherished the memory
of the paper boat with a promise to live by the quotes the once wrote.