Smell of coffee
Brewing
Sound of music
Strumming
The beat
And meter
And ripple
Of my soul
Streaming
Silently
Surging
This summer day.
Smell of coffee
Brewing
Sound of music
Strumming
The beat
And meter
And ripple
Of my soul
Streaming
Silently
Surging
This summer day.
My heart is sore for hills,
My eyes for the verdant green
My soul longs for the mountain’s height
My nose for its crisp, cold air
My arms wish for the broad expanse,
My legs aim to stretch out far
And my feet are aching to wade
In all your rippling streams.
I want to be home,
I want to be home
In the worst way
I need wide open spaces
The rich green expanse
Shadows dancing off mountains
Sloped calmly to my right,
Far as the eye can imagine.
Carolina,
I long for thee
When haste has come my way
Carolina,
You call to me
And tell me the time
To come back home.
Some times
Seems closer
Than others,
Some days
Nearer to me
Than not,
Some seconds
I still believe
In beauty
But you must
Also believe
In the possibility
There of
And what it
Dare might mean
To your perfect and
Pretty life.
What does beauty
Demand of you?
Miles and lives
And millions of sighs from now,
All that matters is this—
And what you made of it.
Give me love
Give me bliss
Give me a smile
And yeah, maybe a kiss
I will give you my trust
My hope
And my faith
Hey, who knows —
It might just save the day
Just love me like I love you
Cherish me
And hold me close
Then, together
We will grow quite old.
(thanks, Coldplay)
I was never able to express myself
Not in a genuine,
Soul-searched,
Wide-open way,
Not to you,
Anyhow,
The one person who mattered more to me
Than life itself,
One day that I remember clear…
And all this time later,
All these years hence and beyond and gone,
I still remember that day,
I still hold on to that day,
It still haunts and affects and moves me
Because I was never your boy,
Not that boy,
Not the one you wrote home about
Or cried about,
Or didn’t want to live without,
I was just someone else
Not really to be bothered about…
O God I remember it
How possibly could I have forgotten it?
I couldn’t
I can’t
It’s still here,
It’s me,
Hiding behind my computer screen.