Ecstasy

Ah ecstasy, finest in form

the formal of silk, of satin

slid over skin like caress

the dress, art itself

Da Vinci’s last brushstroke

on canvas already masterpiece

Ecstasy in shape, arched

huskily beckoned words

paint air and page with iambs

spun as though on potter’s wheel

the careful meter coaxing weighted breath

motion, models, music

make symphony of percussion

ecstasy, gift and treasure

passion laid back on page

kissed by sight and loved

in the brief meeting of eyelashes

loved as eyes love

the rise of mountains, the slip

slow into gentle valleys

mapped by light and shadow

ecstasy, twin rivers of luminescence

meet in fall of shaded silhouettes

tantalizing, mesmerizing

temptation sated and honed

by poet’s palette, the taste

of summer’s honey wind

and winter’s chill sharp

on skin and imagination

Ecstasy, finest in form, ephemeral

skilled hands crafting beauty

stirs heart, mind, ecstasy

priceless, ecstasy

breathtaking

Two Pillows

There’s a reason

I sleep with two pillows.

One’s for you

when finally you rest your head

next to mine as we lie awake

each lost in the other’s eyes

til night draws the curtains

of our eyelids closed.

There’s a reason

I sleep with two pillows.

When my heart aches,

when I’m lonely,

when I can’t stand

staring at the ceiling anymore

I pretend one is you.

There’s a reason

I sleep with two pillows.

One is the place

where I do all my dreaming

and the other’s for the ghost

of love yet to come.

There’s a reason

I sleep with two pillows.

One is for me.

The other’s for you.

Some Day Soon

Love, I bet Cassandra never cared much

for the stories of her day

I bet instead she was looking ahead

and smiling at our fate

I’m not supposed to

be dreaming about you

and what you’ll look like

on our wedding day

I’m not supposed to

already know our children by name

I don’t care if somehow

it makes me less of a man

some day soon, with you

I’ll be so much more

Love, I have to confess

even though we haven’t met

I’ve known since I learned to read

you and I are written in the stars

I’m not supposed to

be dreaming about you

and what you’ll look like

on our wedding day

I’m not supposed to

already know our children by name

I don’t care if somehow

it makes me less of a man

some day soon, with you

I’ll be so much more

Love, if someone is out there

spinning the threads of destiny

I bet they’re proud of the work

they’ve put into our tapestry

I’m not supposed to

be dreaming about you

and what you’ll look like

on our wedding day

I’m not supposed to

already know our children by name

I don’t care if somehow

it makes me less of a man

some day soon, with you

I’ll be so much more

Lightswitch

She was always off and on

like a little girl

playing with a lightswitch

I don’t think my eyes ever adjusted

and now it seems her bulb burnt out.

She left the room, her hand hung back

to catch the switch on the way out

she left me, a ship out to sea

wondering what happened

to the lighthouse

She pulled the clouds

like a shade ‘cross the sun

then ripped them away

just when I looked up

to see where it had gone

She coaxed the moon

into hiding her face

at the right wrong time

when I needed a friend, just

when I thought my ship was coming in

Though I miss her light

I’m not sitting alone in the dark

I still have the stars

to keep me company

Though I miss her light

I won’t lose my way

I still have Polaris

to get me through the night

I’ll steer by the stars

to get me through the night

I'd Make Sinatra Sing This

If only I could play jazz/swing music, I would make this my crooner song. The situational is fictional. . . but I wish it wasn't.

Convince Me

I thought it’d take a while

‘fore I dared to love again

I would’ve said

I wasn’t ready, but Lady

your kiss is so convincing

The calendar claims

my day has not yet come

Aphrodite forgot

to schedule me in, but Lady

your kiss is so convincing

I would have sung out

I won’t dance, don’t ask me

the minute hand’s sayin’

it’s not time for song, but Lady

your kiss is so convincing

Orsino said, music is

the food of love, play on

I wanted to tell him

hey, I’m not hungry, but Lady

your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, I wasn’t ready

but your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, today wasn’t my day

but your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, I wasn’t going to serenade

but your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, I didn’t want Hershey’s

but your kiss is so convincing

Ok, Lady, you got me

I’m convinced

your kiss is so convincing

Hey Lady, I won’t mind

if you want to convince me one more time

Missed Connections

 Poem: 10 minutes. Setting it to music: 20 minutes. Awesome.

Missed Connections


The second hand slips by
so quickly
measuring out moments

clips them off like Fate

trimming the strings of destiny

I saw you, I caught you

falling for me in between

tick and tock

You saw me, you caught me

staring at you

It happened in the grocery line

in the parking lot

at the Dollar store

I'd give a hundred more 

to catch a glimpse of you again

All I have of you is a fading

memory of that smile

though all the might-have-been

last me all day

the second hand it stole

our possibilities away

There was that one last

chance we didn't seize

I should have said hello

you should have said, don't go

Roots

I've been forgetting to post lyrics and poems as I write them recently. My apologies.


Roots

I’m tired of playing

at being a tumbleweed

I want to put down roots

and grow into a tree

Reach into the sky

til my leaves turn blue

and I will only fall, my love

when I fall for you

When the sun is hot

I will be your shade

When the wind blows strong, my love

I will be your break

When the sky falls down

I will guard you from the rain

I’m softer than an oak

harder than a pine

ever young and ever green

somewhere in between

Come and play beside me

entwine your roots with mine

when you’re tired lean against me

and I’ll sing you a lullaby

When the sun is hot

I will be your shade

When the wind blows strong, my love

I will be your break

When the sky falls down

I will guard you from the rain

We’ll be a pair of apple trees

let our flowers bloom

when our fruit is ripe and sweet

send them out into the world

they'll down their own roots

how they'll them sew their own seeds

and when its time to move on, my love

we will go in peace 

I’m tired of playing

at being a tumbleweed

I want to put down roots

and grow into a tree

Reach into the sky

til my leaves turn blue

and I’ll only fall

when I fall for you

When the sun is hot

I will be your shade

When the wind blows strong, my love

I will be your break

When the sky falls down

I will guard you from the rain

Stay (Alice)

This song comes from the lines at the beginning of the post "Love Dreamt, Love Lost".

Stay (Alice)

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays.

I see her through the looking glass

a window pane away

a figment of her imagining

a dream from which she'll wake

Alice she never stays

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays. 

I'm always right here waiting

Tum tum tree and tulgey wood

Watching the toves gimble

and gyre in the wabe

for Alice to come and stay.

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays.

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays.

Alice won't you stay

Alice say you'll stay

I fall

I fall

I fall for her

Alice never stays

Encouragement

For your desperate cries

for the lonely ache that threatens

to eat you from the inside out

For the fear you’ll never be

more than a face in love’s crowd

there is always Pandora’s story

How many times have you (and I!)

unable to resist, opened

that heart-shaped box

released your self into the world

of broken promises and eyes

too blind to see the you of you?

Remember always, always, always

there is one last sotto voce cry

barely audible over the drum beat

that flushes cheeks when it all goes wrong

Remember always, always, always

there’s a tiny voice to soothe us

and make all the tears worth while

Love Dreamt, Love Lost

I fall, I fall

I fall for her

wandering in Wonderland

maybe this time

the rabbit hole

will feel more like home;

Alice never stays.

My subconscious decided to dwell on my frustration with lost love last night. I had another sci-fi/fantasy dream, which makes four story driven dreams in the last five nights. It’s the end of this one that stuck with me.

In my dream, I met a woman who loved me as much as I loved her. I knew she was the one. I don’t think we as much as touched or kissed, we were in the middle of that playful banter stage. Much like Petruchio and Katherine but with less vehemence. A faceless man came, I think to kill my character in the dream. He pulled out a gun and “Kate” tried to get me out of the way. Something like this:

The newcomer pulled his hand from his coat. I barely noticed the glint of metal in his hand, but Kate did.

“Petruchio, gun!” she shouted and pushed me. I grabbed her wrist and started running, but it was too late. The gun leveled with ceiling and the man fired. One shot. Another. A third. A fourth. Another. A final shot. Each bullet found its home in my Kate. Ripped holes in her body, in my heart.

I caught her as she started to fall and lowered her gently to the floor. My mind was reeling.

As she lay there she said to me, her voice weak, “I would have loved you forever.”

“I will,” I said.

Sigh. There was more, but I don’t feel like wasting today on the details. As far as an interesting story, it was a pretty good dream. But that scene was certainly a metaphor for the way my love life has been going. The only difference here was that in this dream, she was taken from me instead of leaving for whatever life she imagines is better out there. Which, in spite of the tragedy of it is better in a way than abandonment.

Don’t think this dream has me down or is weighing on me. It was just a dream. And the scene a reflection of not only something that’s been eating at me, but a symbol as well of the hope that still resides in me. She’s out there and someday we’ll find each other, which is far more important than the possibility of losing her. In the meantime, I think it was also a message that it’s time and I’m ready to put the last love I found to rest.

I’ll leave you with a few lines that came to me as I wrote:

I’m done jumping fences

mowing other’s lawns

It’s time to grow a garden

among the green enough

grasses of my soul.

Caritas

You could be half a world away,

it wouldn’t matter.

Your voice could be too quiet to hear,

it would make no difference.

I guess what I want to say is

wherever you go,

whatever you do,

regardless of clocks and calendars

the details won’t matter

you can trust that in me

you will always have someone

who loves you for you.

Sail Away (With Me)

There she goes again

out the door

she sails away

I’m tired of this

being the story of my life

For once, love don’t leave me

standing on the dock

watching you fade

For once, prove to me

I’m not the only one

who makes dreams come true

take me with you

take me with you

when you go, when you set sail

take me with you

My heart is yours

I’m not asking to be your anchor

I just want to be carried away

on the same wind that carries you

When your arms are tired

I’ll be happy to take the helm

Point us in the right direction

and I’ll take us there together

For once, love don’t leave me

standing on the dock

watching you fade

For once, prove to me

I’m not the only one

who makes dreams come true

take me with you

take me with you

when you go, when you set sail

take me with you

When you cast off

don’t leave me castaway

on this shore without you

Don’t leave me standing here

watching you drift away 

Oh, love

when there’s no wind

let me drift beside you

Oh, love

when the storm comes

let me ride it with you

And love

when there’s nothing else

let it be

you and me, the sails and the sea

For once, love don’t leave me

standing on the dock

watching you fade

For once, prove to me

I’m not the only one

who makes dreams come true

take me with you

take me with you

when you go, when you set sail

take me with you

There she goes again

out the door

take me with you

I could get used to this

being the story of our life

It's Enough to Love

It’s enough to love.  You believe it, though in moments like these, it’s harder to do. You wake up next to her in the morning, embrace her, leave her lying in your bed naked but for what amounts to a few threads. The same place you woke up the day before and the day before that. You kiss her cheek on the way out. Wherever you are, wherever you go, you always reach out to touch her, you reach out to make a connection that says not, “you are mine” but simply “I am yours.” You’re not saying, “I can’t go on without you.” It’s more eloquent, a simple gesture that resigns itself to “my life is better for having you in it.” Because it is, as you’ve told yourself, enough to love. It’s enough to wrap your arms around her as you fall asleep. It’s enough to play all day long with her by your side. Hike mountains with her, climb down to rivers, ride horses, read at coffee shops, watch parades. Love doesn’t mean your lips on hers. It doesn’t mean her clothes cascading to the floor. It doesn’t mean commitment. Love means compassion, empathy, giving, giving, giving. Love is an end to self. Its own reward. It’s enough to love.

You tell yourself this because first, it’s true, and second, to lift the weight from your heart. If it isn’t enough to love, then the heart becomes the world on Atlas’ shoulders. The heart becomes a terrible gravity. We fight hard enough to stand against gravity as it is. Love can’t be a burden, you tell yourself, because if I love, then I’ll never walk alone. Love is no piece of furniture that takes two to carry. At worst, (at best), love is a canvas chair, easily lifted, carried casually from one friendly fire to another.

It’s enough to love. Love is an ocean, not a river. There may be shores but there are no banks. There may be islands but only to rest upon before we cast ourselves to the mercy of the sea again. It is buoyant and limitless. It will carry us, if we let it. It must, because if it cannot carry me, I am lost. I don’t have the strength to carry love. I don’t have the strength to try. I can only be the sail on its sea and let its winds take me wherever they blow. I must have strength, but only the strength to let go of my desire for a goal; I must have the will to keep my sails full and move ever onward. I must deny expectation, deny conditions and contracts, deny yes and no. There can only be existence, not control. I cannot bend love to time nor compass rose, it has no direction, no definition. It is a statement of being, like “I am. You are. We are.” Love is. And because love is, it must be enough.

So I give myself to love. Unconditionally, to love. Without purpose, to love. As a journey, to love. I do not give myself over to love romantic, I do not give myself to love platonic. I give myself to love without adjectives, without scope, breadth, width, depth. Love has none of these, for they are all limits. I give myself to love beyond limits. I give myself to love beyond words. For it is enough to love.

Take Me (I'm Yours)

Take Me (I'm Yours)

I don’t know where life’s going to take me

don’t know if life will take you from me

or take me

from you

I do know

I want to take this life in stride

take it one day at a time

seize every moment

share them with you

I may take it for granted

the sun will rise tomorrow

but I won’t take it for granted

you’ll be there when it does

with those kisses, the smile that lights

any room you’re in

(you have so many of them

I want to be there to see

so many, many more)

An astronomer spends so many nights

staring at the stars

he forgets that once they called to him

like a lover to her bed

But I, I’m still amazed

every step I take moves me closer

to another dance with you

and I, I won’t make promises

because if you just wait you’ll see

always looking for constellations

in the stars in your eyes

is just part of being me

I don’t know where life will take me

but I’d like to see if maybe it’d consider

bringing you along

and I don’t  know where life will take you

but I’d like it to consider

taking me along

(if there’s a ride, let’s ride it

if there’s a path, let’s walk it

if there’s a boat, let’s sail it

if there’s a song, let’s dance it

if there’s a chance, let’s take it

take it, let’s take a chance together

take me

I’m yours)

One Word

One word

a term without terms

no contracts, just unconditional

love, love, love.

One word

all we’re all really searching for

is someone to sing to

with love, love, love.

One word

could be a panacea

if we’d all place our faith

in the right place

in love, love, love.

One word

is all you need

cause even God believes

in love, love, love.

One word

is all you need

cause even God believes

in love, love, love. 

Trespasses (Kiss Me)

Give me that trespass

so sweetly urged

and when you’re through

we’ll take a moment to breathe

and I, I’ll give it back to you

I’m not much for praying

but if we can

let lips do what hands do

I think I could happily

spend my life praying with you

Let’s stay in this moment

there’s no better scene

let’s draw the curtains

play out the whole thing

where you and I will never be seen

If you’re not certain

then you play the saint

and by your lips I’ll purge my sin

if you’re discontent

with my sins on your lips

I confess

I’m ready and eager for you

to give me my sin again

Don’t go when you’re called

stay, Juliet, stay

starstruck not starcrossed

and we’ll never care

whether a nightingale's or lark’s song

fills the bright morning air.

Let’s be in this moment

there’s no better scene

let’s draw the curtains

play out the whole thing

where you and I will never be seen

Give me that trespass

so sweetly urged

and when you’re through

we’ll take a moment to breathe

and I, I’ll give it back to you

Furniture

Furniture

When I come home

tired from my day at work

I want to sink in to your warm embrace

the way I do

when I collapse with relief

into the arms of an easy chair

I want your head

to nestle on my shoulder

and breathe me

the way you do

when you steal my pillow

after I leave in the morning

I want us to pose

like some sculpture 

you picked up 

at the antique shop 

down the street

a pair of lovers 

locked in a kiss

Some days we’ll come in together

dressed like coat racks

to keep us safe from the cold

We’ll sheer each other 

shed our woolen winter skins

and do our playful best

to figure out who makes the better bed

Lyrical!

I self-published an e-chapbook of 14 poems/lyrics called Lyrical. It's free, so if you're interested in a copy send me an email at thequintessentialpoet@gmail.com and I'll send you one.

We All Want Love

We all want love but let’s stop wanting love right now, right this moment. We can’t get love at the drive through window. Love isn’t a fast food. It’s not a greasy, artery clogging hamburger with fries and a large drink. It’s not a menu item and you can’t super size it nor order it any way you want. When we’re hungry for love, we can’t pull it out of the fridge and stick it in the microwave. Instead, let’s want companionship, conversation, a good start. Let’s be on the receiving end of a great smile, a welcome laugh. I think we’ll find that when the time comes, if we ask for a friend, an activity partner, someone interesting to spend an evening with, love will come on its own. Love is like homemade bread. Gather your ingredients. Mix them together. Knead the dough, shape it. Let it rise for a while. Bake it. A good loaf of bread takes patience. So does love.

We all want love but let’s stop expecting it. Let’s stop feeling entitled to it. Love is an art, a skill. Keep a beginner’s mind. Every time you put yourself out there, you’re starting over with a blank slate, a blank page, an untouched piece of wood or stone. Every time you put yourself out there, you’re asking another artist to add their opinion. No matter how brilliant you both are, no matter how much you see eye to eye, you’re going to have to struggle to work together on this masterpiece. Love doesn’t come gift wrapped. Let’s stop asking it to be.

We all want love, but let’s stop hurrying toward it. Love is not a race. It’s not about winning a heart but earning one. If you treat love as a goal, you’ll miss out on the journey and the journey doesn’t have a destination. Love is a long walk around a lake. Sometimes the view is breathtaking. Part of the path may be sunny and part of it may be shaded. The path will climb and fall. Sometimes you walk together in silence and sometimes you learn something new from a passionate conversation or just remember good times you've spent together. You may get frustrated by the litter some careless hiker left upon the ground. The possibilities of this walk are endless. When the walk is over, you’ve simply come back home and you’ll rest and start again.

We all want love but let’s believe in eventualities. Let’s ask for what we can have now and build on those foundations. Someone like me will ask you to dance, to sail, to drink wine and coffee, to listen to him play guitar and sing. On the occasional beautiful day, he may even ask you to take a walk around the lake. Or play frisbee golf. Think about what you want to ask him. And then, perhaps, as you sit in the car, next to each other on a park bench talking beneath the trees or across the table at breakfast you’ll discover that somehow, you’ve fallen “accidentally in love.” 

The Red String of Destiny

 In America, some people believe in soul mates, or true love, two people who are meant to be together in exclusion of all others. I don't particularly hold to this, that there's only one right person out there for everyone. In Japan (though it originated in Japan), the talk about the red string of destiny, which ties two people together. It may be a long string, have knots or tangles, but it's tied around the finger of these two people. I really like the imagery of it, it's much more appealing and visceral than "souls". It's arguable whether it's limited to love. I'd have to do more research. 

    The following poem was written with this in mind. Akai Ito is Japanese for "red string".

"An invisible red thread connects those who are destined to meet,

regardless of time, place, or circumstance.

The thread may stretch or tangle,

but it will never break."

- an ancient Chinese belief

Akai Ito

Where does this red string go?

It goes out the door,

stretches down winding roads.

It is wet in the places it crosses rivers or streams.

Or is that the ocean?

It passes so quickly over the horizon.

Sometimes the other end feels close,

but there is only another knot

typing up the hands of the clock.

When the tangle unravels

I lose sight of it again.

I wonder

if the other end is half a world away or down the street

around the corner, tied to some bright smile

that lights up whenever I speak.

Where does this red string go?

All I know is somewhere

there's someone at the end.

Short of Breath

Short of Breath

And this love,

which for once didn't seem to burn

on the fuel of the not quite unrequited,

this is the love I sang of:

the star crossed,

tangled knot twist of fate

the prayer she'd never let go

wave-borne to crash

against the rocky shore

where it now lies

beached and gasping,

the tide of possibility and desire

rushing back to sea

so constantly just out of reach,

a storm that left behind

only the frantic need to relearn how to breathe

this essence of life that we call air,

this necessity which, in the short, exquisite

hourglass of this love,

was replaced by something

more intoxicating, entrancing, encompassing,

and more precious than oxygen.

Myself and Somebody Like You

     Another set of lyrics without music. Another of my endless love songs for no one. I think, perhaps, that when they become love songs for someone (or somebody), they'll probably still hold on to that feeling. But that's a story unwritten.

Myself and Somebody Like You

Lookin' ahead

I know we're getting closer

Lookin' ahead

I can almost see you

day by day 

the picture's getting clearer

like the way home 

on a winter night.

So the road's been long

so the way's been winding

who cares when the journey's end

is just the start

I know there's a greater adventure

for myself and somebody like you.

Lookin' back

things are still a little fuzzy

Like I've had a few too many, that's right

I can't tell

if it's all hist'ry

or if there's a story that's yet to be told

So the road's been long

so the way's been winding

who cares when the journey's end

is just the start

I know there's a greater adventure

for myself and somebody like you.

Lookin' at me now

I know there's one life we're living

one red string 

though it's tied in knots

if you follow its path I know that you'll find me

like the way home

it just feels right.

So the road's been long

so the way's been winding

who cares when the journey's end

is just the start

I know there's a greater adventure

for myself and somebody like you.

and I know for the rest of my life

it'll be

just myself

and somebody like you

just myself and somebody like you.

Reasons

   This poem developed when I was thinking about reasons I like the girl I've been seeing as much as I already do. We met when she responded to a post I made on Craigslist, in which she was well spoken with complete sentences and paragraphs. Words. After a couple of weeks, we had our first date and it went well. Within the first couple of hours we had planned another and a day later, yet another. In three dates we've spent over 26 hours together. Time. And now, I find myself wanting to spend more and more time with her, to do more things, to talk more, to see where all this leads. Desire.

Reasons

In the beginning

there were words.

Handshakes were words;

smiles, words; chemistry, words.

When I asked the world for love

you gave me what I loved:

words. Words like paintings,

words that defied black and white,

words like a palette for creating life.

Next, in medias res,

there was time spent, freely

as though we are rich with time,

as though time well spent

was a spice to use liberally to add zest

to the days we seize together.

When I asked the world for love

you gave me what I loved:

time. Time on a clock

without a face or hands,

time given free reign,

given its reins, unbridled,

allowed to run.

Now, in this moment,

there is desire.

Like perfume, I breathe in

and my head is filled with desire,

desire defined and undefined

desire for the hourglass to be set on its side

or to ride in its sands

with you right beside me.

When I asked the world for love

you gave me what I loved:

desire. Desire to taste

your lips tasting the wine from mine,

desire to have you, to hold you

desire to want you, desire

to revel in you,

and finally, the desire

to revel in your desires.

Song for Her

     I had an amazing weekend. It was mostly one very, very long date with a four break for sleep in between. I met my date at 6:45 on Saturday night and we went to see Little Shop of Horrors at the local theatre. Afterward, we went to a wine bar and a pub. I got home at 2:30 in the morning and got up four hours later to get ready to meet her again for coffee at 8 before we went skiing/snowboarding at 9. We came down in time for lunch, then picked up her dog and I took her out to my parent's place. We hung out with my parents, talked, I played guitar for her and took her back to her car around 10 pm. While I was playing I started to write a song for her, but didn't get too far. The first line stuck in my head though, so in my spare time at work today, I came up with the following. I'll likely add a chorus before I call it complete. Also, it's a working title, but I kind of like it.

Song for Her

You kissed the wine from my lips

lost your way in my music

and never looked back

Your star flashed across the sky

down the road less traveled by

and straight into my life

If there was ever another path

these last few days washed it away

and we’ll never know the difference

I’m looking forward to a here and now

so tangled up in you

we’ll never unravel.

So here’s to seizing the day

and taking a leap of faith

if we fall, we’ll fall together

You kissed the wine from my lips

gave in to the music

and never looked back.

Tiny Buddha

    Tiny Buddha is one of the blogs I've taken to reading recently. (Along with Zen Habits and Goodlife Zen).

    The following article, "7 Vital Choices for Happy Relationships", is well worth reading for anyone, whether you're in a relationship or not. In fact, most good advice is worth reading, even if you're not in a situation to use it. My choir teacher in high school always taught us that practice makes permanent, and I think if you're going to be ready to seize Kairos by the beard when he goes by, you must always prepare. Whatever your goal or desire, if you're not ready for it when it arrives it will slip out of your hands. So practice and prepare, so that when the moment comes you don't even have to think to seize hold of it.

Let's Be - lyrics

Let's Be

I know a good thing when I see it

I’m not just chasing rainbows

I’m here for the now

how about we just enjoy it

instead of playing games

let’s give it all we’ve got

while we still have time to give it

I know the rules say

you shouldn’t go all in

on your first hand

only fools rush in

but I think maybe

I found a pot of gold

while I was admiring the rainbow

Don’t make the mistake

of thinking I’m in a hurry

I’m in this for the journey

I’m not in a race against the clock

It’s just clear to me

no matter how short or long the walk

I’ll enjoy spending my free time beside you

Don’t worry about things

like too much, too fast

or whether or not the good times last

This isn’t one of those stories

with a pre-determined plot

don’t worry about wearing a parachute

It’s a leap of faith not fate

I won’t tell you I’m not crazy

I don’t have a lot of faith in sanity

I believe in tangible things

like the joy in your smile

when you’re laughing at me

for laughing at me

I won’t ask you for anything

all I have is what I’m offering

I’ve a lot of time and a few ideas

and all I’m really saying is

if you want a share in what I’ve got

no matter what the future has in store

any quantity or quality of what’s mine is yours