
Meeting you in the bookstore
I want to know what’s in your mind
All the places you’ve been
All the worlds loved combined
Show me in words
In conversations so deep
Sitting, opening the pages
We can be entwined underneath
Regaining Lost Aspects: Mind and Soul
Through book events, poetry, and creativity, we dive a little deeper into humanity.
Meeting you in the bookstore
I want to know what’s in your mind
All the places you’ve been
All the worlds loved combined
Show me in words
In conversations so deep
Sitting, opening the pages
We can be entwined underneath
Free the halo
On top of your head
Toss it in the ocean
Blue-gold copper tends
Tends to the waves
Glittering in view
An ocean full of halos
New starlight sky unglued
Prepare for my obeisant homage
All written down for you
Words display the respect I relay
Ink swirled in love dancing true
Guide my luck
Bury my faith
For if I think for a minute
I surely will break.
Fear in me rising
Nightmares need drowned.
Got to keep going
A risk can’t be found.
Let me fall for your duet
Let it make me complete
Let your words fill my lonely
Let joy be released
Let the sing-song pattern soar
Let it fill the open sky
Let your song be something heavenly
Let it bring me back to life
I revel in the starlight
Dancing with you
Made of memories, pain, and music
We spin a tale so true
Lost in our focus
We bloom in each other’s eyes
Laughing, crying, and dazing
We live our last goodbye
The hills breathe colored dust
Flecks of sand
Rolling and falling dunes
Hot unforgiving sun
Unstable blistering wind
Nowhere to go
Time sped past her
It was such a shock
Hours turned to seconds
Inside this clock
The minute hand struck her
Threw her to her knees
The ticking was deafening
She needed more time please
He was slipping
Away to somewhere else
Somewhere she couldn’t have him
Somewhere she couldn’t help
Her time was stolen
Given no goodbyes
Before the hellworld took him
Leaving her only “why….?”
Ever pluck a daisy
One by one
Each thin light petal
Surrounding a yellow sun
Ever feel bad for no mercy
For watching the petals flee
Falling straight through fingers
Drifting to grass bladed green
The connection between us.
The string that’s between me and you.
What is it made of?
And how long can it be stretched before it breaks?