Peering out of my window I see two squirrels playing tag
The world is theirs
Yet nothing they have
They have found true success
Living in the moment
Not in excess

I owe you nothing according to your word
I continue to order as if I deserve to get anything I want
Taking you for granted, most of the time living how I want

Don’t kiss me
Or hold me in your arms
Don’t put out the fire
Continue to leave me alone
I’ll face my fears
Leave me to quiet
Don’t dry my tears
Allow time to expire

Forget it
It wasn’t meant for me
I have blown any chances
Sideline by fears
Staying afloat by tears I shed daily
Can’t be rescued, no one to save me
I’m dazed

The sound of a country night
Still air crisp and cool
Unawares of the several pair of eyes in the dark watching you
Yet several distinct sounds tone the air
Sounds without sound
Night is here

Be my ventricle
Stay near
Feed me life
Give me false assurance of a tomorrow
That you will forever be
When expressing your love
Flutter my heart
In fear and uneasiness
Rush to my aide

Just as suddenly in the day he appeared he’s gone into the night
When our eyes met the forbidden had been conceived,
His reasoning simply to say hello,
My thoughts but we said goodbye

I am about to implode
Books, magazines, art and crafts, a glass of wine haven’t provided escape
I’m receiving signals from my cerebral cortex
Today of all days

I can’t teach you how to be a man; with all in this world that I understand
I love you before I laid eyes on you; since it was just us two, before the world greeted you

Hush now you feels better,
Never mind the current in climate weather
You feel better remember now The Lord is your umbrella

My fingers lie in position as I stare at the key board
So empty yet so many emotions I hold inside

In preschool we were drilled on our letters
remember that strange colored paper with the dotted lines
how important it was accurately to stay inside them

Why didn’t God put name tags on our soul mates?
As when meeting someone you havent seen in the airport
To cut down on confusions and sort

Perhaps I see him every day

In the middle of the night a little girl sleeps
Not just any sleep but that deep REM level where girls dreams
Of an anticipating toy or jumping rope with her friends

Hello again with a comforting smile
It’s pleasant to see you all the time
Whether we are dinning or in passing by

I can’t get enough of seeing and being with you regardless of my moods