(2013)
There is poetry in nature better left to be spoken wordlessly by the breeze
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I grew up in a house built in 1937 long before codes and regulations and sometimes
I was like a rain cloud over a small garden and dammit if you weren’t that garden so full of flowers that I fell in love
I have whispered your name into the air so many times it has become the breeze that blows
Forever seems like so long until I think of all the times spent waiting
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
So much time passes without feeling a single thing that I think I would give anything
To put it simply each beat of your heart is a gift that I receive with the anticipation of a child at christmas
Just when I get back on my feet you pass on by and I lose my footing Again
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Everyday I lived out a song written just for you But you could
I’ll keep searching for the meaning of life and I hope I find it as crumpled paper nearish a trash can
Hope in another form but no fewer letters and I’ve been hoping for these past eight years so I’ll just keep on
