the lady

we’re talking…

i was a phone call away the other week from getting on a plane going elsewhere but something made me walk downstairs and throw my arms around her. she broke down. i didn’t know if i would be able to keep standing.

she was going to let me leave without an explanation. she was going to let me leave thinking that she was not making any sense and she believed this was better. and how could that ever be?

we’re talking…we’re slowly making contact…slowly

this complicated beautiful lady…she’s a beautiful, humanbeing.

god, forgive us our pride, hers and mine, our child of so many mistakes.

i am not afraid of anything in this world. There’s nothing you can throw at me that I haven’t already heard. I’m just trying to find a decent melody, a song that I can sing in my own company.

I never thought you were a fool…I will not forsake the colors that you bring, the nights you filled with fireworks. I am still enchanted by the light you brought to me. I listen through your ears and through your eyes I can see.

I was unconscious, half asleep. The water is warm ’til you discover how deep I wasn’t jumping. For me it was a fall, it’s a long way down to nothing at all.

And if the night runs over, and if the day won’t last, and if your way should falter, along this stony pass—it’s just a moment. This time will pass.