Moon Shine and Lemon Twists



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Sunday, July 23, 2017

I have waltzed across a million dreams



I have waltzed across a million dreams to knock upon your door,
To fill the empty spaces in your life,
To plug the holes and seal the cracks where the world’s been leaking in.
I will take you as you are, whole and complete, and lose myself in you,
Where you can choose to use me as you will.
I will take what spaces are available, fill any vacancies.
I won’t need much space, just as much as you’ll allow.
For I have waltzed across a million dreams,
And would do it all again,
Just to reach your arms.

Saturday, July 15, 2017

There is a ghost in here



There is a ghost in here
With me,
A ghost inside my head
With me.
Sometimes I think, in fact,
He’s me,                             
From some life I lived before.
                                          
You’ll think I’m crazy now,
I’m sure,
A loony on the loose,
I’m sure.
There is a chance you’re right,
Of course,
But I don’t really think so.

I’m not the crazy one,
Not me,
The other one in here,
It’s he
Who is the lunatic,
You’ll see
Someday before too long.

Sunday, July 9, 2017

I Believe



I believe in bliss
I believe in beauty
I believe in blind love (the only kind)
I believe in unknown wishes surprising you by coming true
I believe in peace
I believe in rhythm
I believe in promises made in the dark  
I believe in the wonder of striving to find the center of the next breath
I believe in ecstasy
I believe in light
I believe in secrets shared between lovers
I believe that when you carry another person’s burden, your own load is lessened
I believe in redemption
I believe in scars
I believe in warm embraces on cold nights
I believe my life has been saved by a pair of green eyes

Sunday, July 2, 2017

Breath



When does your breath become air again?
When you exhale, and I’m there to inhale,
Is what I breathe still your breath, still part of you?
How far from you, as it travels toward me,
Does it cease being yours and become mine?
And is there a moment in between,
When it is neither yours nor mine,
But simply air, floating there, between us?