My Love

I've got a question my love,
Would you meet me here in the summers heat my love?
I've got a question my love,
Would you stand the temptations to defeat my love?
I've got a question my love,
Could we chance another chance my love?
I've got a question my love,
From here to the stars could we leap my love?
I've got a question my love,
Could infinity treat and make us complete my love?
I've got a question my love,
Will oceans swell and dispel the fleet my love?
I've got an army of unknowns my love.
I've got a question my love,
Would the winters trap us in my love?
I've got a question my love,
Would a path easier paved move us my love?
I've got a question my love,
Could the Earth gravitate towards the sun my love,
And not burn us, but encourage my love?
I've got a question my love,
Will the blossoms compete my love,
With a blooming so rare my love?
I've got a question my love,
Will we see another day my love?
I've got a question, my love...

An Inexplicable Sigh

We walked until we could walk no more

Turned and waited and searched for a floor

To spread our weary legs and eat

And maybe catch a good nights sleep

We found a building all crumbled and broken

with a door that was useless and hanging quite open

among grass and vines and human waste

we hurried to enter this decaying place

A warehouse it seems, had this cage once been

Though what it had stored was a mystery then

We sat on our packs and gathered our food

some cobbler pie and a rusty spoon

We spat in the dark, and listed our day

out loud to each other to keep spirits at bay

But come they did all quiet and meek

Tip toed or floating they shuttered and creaked

Huddling close to our simple fare

their pale faces glowed as they slowly neared

They listened and whispered, though sometimes they whimpered

to our stories and tales of travel and adventure

When it came time to dim down our fire

To lay on our back and dream of desires

They skirted back and returned to the shadows

and drifted and floated back to the meadows

A sigh I think escaped from me then

knowing that is how eternity I would spend.

Three Lines

Three lines meet and a corner is formed,

a shadow catching spirit,

dancing in the blades of the twilight fan

with a golden scalp reflecting last nights tragedy.

I pull on the beaded strings

to shed some light in the dusty room,

but I leave the light off because I saw the vicious blue rainbow,

a halo formed reminding early risers there is still beauty here,

there is still a hope unsaid in "waiting phrases",

spoken in hidden agendas of "once"...

"once this is over"...