You’ll leave someday
and go to places that are hardly the same
Until you forget my face, my name

You’ll say goodbye
With one last heavy sigh and a tear in your eye
Until you turn around, and I am gone

You’ll promise much more
And I’ll believe you at first

And if you know
what’s best for you
you’ll hardly even think
you’ll hardly even know
that I was ever there

I want to write a homage to us for the things that may yet be
But future’s plight precedes our flight to worlds we cannot see
I believed before that our life might be the offspring of our hope
Writ by those who might propose a much more august scope
What folly it is, this dream of ours, this victim of circumstance
To pretend a life of wondrous days with some eternal romance
Unintended of course is this awful plight of facing reality
When all around is all that is here and all that may ever be
We face one another to ask one another to promise a promise eternal
But that promise proposed is much too opposed to all that is truly external

The wind ebbs with the subtle taste of remorse
Along its path, empty, devoid of course
A flow once rich, thick and coarse
Returned to an ungrateful, distracted source

I want to give so much to you, more than you can know
The tickle of a garment new, a trip to Everest’s snow
A smile known to but a few, a touch that moves you so
Given while the morning dew tells you I’m your beau

Our lives are caught in paradigms writ so long before
A story full of nursery rhymes scattered on the floor
But when we step across those lines to see what is in store
Our hearts begin a noiseless chime and beg for so much more

Today I give a little gift, wrapped in silent need
With hopes that such a tiny lift will plant a tiny seed
That once begotten will find a drift into a soulful deed
And produce a major world shift towards a love agreed

This is a dangerous game, all the same
To tread upon this ground
For a thousand voices, these same choices
Their lives they did confound

With a smirk of defiance, our alliance
Betrays a life once calm
But once arrayed, in ways dismayed
It’s offered open palm

An unknown taste of unknown haste
Emboldens ones impatience
But absent mending, hearts are bending
Subduing our elations

The truth is fraught with untamed thought
Aligned against our fates
Yet even still impatience will
Test all our mental states

Our tale must end, and with it send
Our hearts into a spin
When it’s past, we’ll ask at last
Will they rise again?

I want to write the future of my possible disbelief
To look upon the things that have yet to be defined
Grasp their measure, their melancholy and the grief
Of a thousand days of an old soul always misaligned
Every moment written down without the guide of fate
Searching for the proper words to fully demonstrate
Why it is that when you”re near I always complicate
In ways untold the ways we hold our passions innate
Truth we seek is true indeed if honest motives rule
Hunted by the thoughts of what we might not ever be
Ours is neither old or new or stoked by normal fuel
Until our hopes are changed with that we cannot see

I can look upon the nested life with admiration true
But live my life in passive thrust, I could never do
A man may find some untold truth in regularity
But I find just an empty hole that life can never be

Our lives entwined
unbound by time
reveal a path
with much appeal

But such it is
that much of this
is chained to what we feel
About the things
on which it swings
our pendulum of what is real

Beholden to the things too fast
upon which our choices past
have fated with this stamped and faded seal

We might suggest
an answer best
accompanied by ignorance
of what we might need now
To let loose those
that might propose
alternatives to when and why and how
And find a way
to celebrate
the love that fate has sought to plow
Unto the ground
In time unbound
’til risen up our lives are found

She stands alone amongst humanity
A whisper of promise in the great human sea
Her visage one of incomparable beaut
A voice melodious, a sonorous flute
Enchanted youth bears no such match
For dreams now reality, a spark, a catch

‘Twined with vaguities of imprecise thoughts
A breeze once blown, devoid of fraughts
Beyond my reach, my eternal desire loves
Forever.

We are pursued by dreams misplaced
The abandoned halls of our youth
Echo the melancholy remains of hope
Reflected measures an absent post
Where we sit, unctuous in our self pity

With a self-aggrandizing motive
Our spirit, bespeckled with doubt,
codifies the outline of our future
Underwhelming our potential
And languishing on a circular path

Does the past require such malevolence?
Our desperation reeks of ignorance
Sacrificing what was for what will be
Sacrificing what you had for what you will never have
Sacrificing until you are the emaciated remains of you

It is our hope that this distorted future
Is the distortion of our future, untrue
Unrealized history might claim solvency,
pursuing our soul relentlessly, convinced
of that one last chance to reclaim, to renew

And I search the shadows of my shambled home
For this past haunts me at night, emboldened
and hyper-aware of my struggle, my own distortion
To seek refuge in its thorny clutches, weeping
Asking for the untold future to be rewritten, again.