in the white of february
winter flashes
between eyelashes
and mouths open a little more quietly
candles bend
before windows
and the future is expensive
and drawn into the street sings
where you meet strangers
with cocktails
and a lot of violin songs
all want adventuresome lives i think
there are sometimes reasons to believe in fate
in soul mates, in bonds that made
their beginnings before the world was
but God would have known
does that mean God delights in two uniting
in love, or only by His direction?
last night i thought He could
last night i thought many thing
i wish i could get high again
my dreams are mere conversations
of intent and processions
of thinking kingly
i'd rather think kindly
but if the light in visions
is for me to enjoy someday
then i could be happy
healthy, joyful, sweet
all the things i long to be
all the things that seem far-reaching
all the things i can't have right now
time dismisses my misery
i hope i am allowed sunflowers
and calls to the sun
i hope i'm allowed starry skies
and gracious laughter
i want to hope again
i need that hope again