Carousel of Love

Birds sing, marking 
the end of their battle
Laughing and toasting
to who they are
crazy and in love

No one understands them
nor should anyone try to
define what's blurred to
even their eyes

It's a beautiful relationship
shifting moment by moment
Jumping pages and chapters
then going back to see
what they missed

Drinking red wine
in the blossoming spring
they fall asleep in
each other's arms
Wondering which one
will be gone when
the other awakes 

Sweet love turns sour
as their conscious minds
drift asleep and their breathing
steadies, eyes close carefully
the red wine flowing through
their veins

Singing birds fly away
enough saluting for one day
Returning to chapter one
beginning from the end
Knowing where their
story goes
But the crumpled pages
of their love is never
fully dismantled  

The Timeless In-Between

You don't get to choose
how your life begins
Most people don't get to
decide how their lives end

We're living in the in-between

Where the world that
once was is no more
What's to come has
not yet begun

This is timeless

Where waiting is the only thing
most can do to survive
But no one can blow out
the over lit candle of hope

Light outshines the darkness


Everytime

Dylan Dreams, Lost Loves, Silly Mind

Girl from the North County
Two eyes meet, blue stares blue
Dancing across the floor
Dylan adds the soundtrack
for this moment that will soon
exist only as a faded memory
These lovers will be gone by snowfall
off to different cities with hours
between the time of their precious lives

As spring arrives, pink roses bloom
in fields that skylines heaven as the
sun sets on a May day
She runs, marking her tracks in fields
with no scars, Dylan adds the
soundtrack to this moment
Freeing herself from the boy
who has now faded completely
from her memory
Replaced by her own happiness

She feels in this field all the roses
become her friend as she laughs
while running, letting go with
every step her barefoot takes
leaving toe marks in the dirt
Imagining she was a bird flying,
if she runs fast enough maybe
she could take flight
into the puffy clouds

Smiling at her silly thoughts
in her crazy mind, she slows down
Wind blows, the sun goes to sleep
Like a Rolling Stone

I Miss You

City lights fade in the distance
as she shuts her sleepy eyes
Saying goodnight to today
and hello to her dreams
Letting her imagination
control her story

Seeing a younger version
of herself staring up at
the popcorn ceiling
in her childhood room
Creating patterns in
her mind with the dots
that seemingly float
above her in the darkness
Reaching up to touch
the pattern that isn't there
suddenly floats away into
the universe of lost memories
she won't remember years from now
but will miss with an unfeeling passion

Shapes and colors came to life
in the colorless night, helping her
young self drift into Neverland
to see her imaginary friends
While the world rests, she misses
her innocence but seeing how she
was always meant to create
something beautiful in this life

The patterns that once lit up her nights
became the words she now writes 
Creating worlds of thought and light
within pages filled with handwriting
that never seems to stay on the line
But are seemingly beautiful, floating
off her pen as effortlessly as a white
feather drifts through the morning autumn air

As the pink sky awakes her sleepy
eyes to a new day, she is ready
to write whatever words come her way
onto an empty page sure to be filled
throughout the November day

11.24.2015