Fear is a Liar. Think about that.
think

you don’t have to tell me
you think you’re gonna fall
you don’t have to tell me
anything at all
but
I will listen
earnestly listen
empathetically listen
I will strive
to hear
the harrowing call
of pain that comes
before the fall
and I will be there
to catch
you

I’m falling into shadows
that I cannot see
the light of reason fails
to shine it’s light on me
for it is but a flicker
it’s fuel is nearly spent
human kindness disappears
I wonder where it went
seek not that you may find
what simply isn’t there
time fades away
in shades of gray
as you stand and stare
at your expectations
that wither at your feet
the leaves of lofty goals
crumble in defeat

one Autumn sunset
one Autumn tear
the sadness I feel
this time of year
memories linger
a final embrace
I still see that glistening
tear on your face
crazy things we would do
most times on a whim
I’ll never forget
our last Autumn swim
our sun was setting
you had places to go
why you would leave
I would never know
wash me away
that I may not return
submerge the things
that I cannot learn
let me know your heart
is the only thing that is true
let me drown,
let me drown
in the essence of you

each ripple bespeaks
a moment in time,
the measure of life,
it’s reason and rhyme.
this is knowledge
of the how and the when,
the here and the now,
the what might have been.
and off it flows
into eternity.
and I,
I am content
to have you here
with me.
for,
though we may be
light years apart,
our ripples collide
each day in my heart.

Just like Candy – Autumn’s leaves in watermelon and lemon and lime shine on the branch like sunlight through hard sweets.
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what tides do you follow,
what currents pull you along?
who helps to smooth the way,
who helps you sing your song?
what becomes of yesterday,
what serves to make you strong?
what are all these tears,
to whom do they belong?
swimming, we are swimming
in a pool of our own making
swimming, we are swimming
searching for reason and rhyme
swimming, we are swimming
whose heart is here for breaking?
swimming, we are swimming
seeking clues at the scene of the crime
who touched the small of your back,
as if it were a holy place?
who stood when you entered a room,
to acknowledge the presence of grace?
who strove to hear your laughter,
above the deafening roar?
who wished to drown in you,
that, and nothing more?
swimming, we are swimmiong
circling ‘round cause and effect
swimming, we are swimming
hoping we can reconnect
swimming, we are swimming
as the water starts to dissipate
swimming, we are swimming
with a hope that it’s not too late
with a hope that it’s not too late

I recall
the colour of morning
as scented wisps of breeze,
that wrapped around my body,
my senses for to tease.
I recall
the colour of morning
as something undefined,
linens damp with us,
our bodies then entwined.
I recall
the colour of morning
in misty shades of blue,
a taste of melancholy,
reminding me of you.

I dream of you
swimming.
I furtively watch
from my dream perspective
as you glide.
you are as one
with the water,
as you glide
forever upstream.
as you glide,
forever in my dream.
at first,
I didn’t know
that it was you,
just a bathing suit of blue
gliding
gliding.
I wait
for you to turn
your head,
side to side
as swimmers do
but you don’t.
I begin to wonder
why this is.
always turned
away from me,
I look but I can never
see
you.
then,
the dream is through.
and I am wet.