Sailing on a Small Story

boat in moonlightThe countryside is openly flat
she is aware of something else
she has only herself to blame
for whatever else will happen
strangely enough Peter Pan doesn’t want any more
because he’s telling the story

he thinks he sees an unexpected kiss
while on an old stone bridge
as someone hands him a rose
although the place is hardly cultivated
he caustiously realizes
it’s only a story

She walks into the feeling bravely
on that old stone bridge
hearing a far away dog whimper
of course she feels silly
because she is forced to believe
it’s only a story

The world seems tangibly better
because he can see her floating
while he wishes for a secret encounter
maybe in a castle near a moat
under an ovewhelmingly uninhabited sky
because it’s supposed to be a story

She cherishes the memories of the secret encouner
maybe in an unfamial office near a river
where he will be seen floating
in the moonlight, only brighter
fulfilled by a casual listener
who knows this is a story

And always there will be the happily ever after
perhaps it will be near the ocean
that she will kiss him under watchful eyes
and he will say lets go somewhere secret
where no one can see or hear or touch us
because this is only a story

Sailing on a Small Story

Only one love I have

	Her				Him

and I say my heart is breakin'
and I see I am forsaken
for I know my love's been taken
and I've no place to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
where you are is my intention
cause your love I'll not mention
to anyone with dissension
so I'll just have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
cause it's there you'll be forever
and from your love my heart will sever
like a broken weight with lever
please don't make me go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
I will love you till the ending
and I'll never be pretending
cause your love you will be sending
to wherever I should go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
please say it, you love me
please say it, you breath me
in your heart where I will be
and I'll never have to go
				there's only one love I have for you
				it's from the inside of my soul
				a love I've been growing since before
				since before I ever knew I could love
and I say my heart's not breakin'
cause you are my intention
I will love you till the ending
and I'll always love you too		
					
It's true, I'll always love you.
Only one love I have

Wilting in the Studio Like a Rose

Singing every sad song I knewWilting red rose
playing every broken hearted tune
crying to the music
dying in the spaces
knowing you’re not knowing
is saying more than I could

You’re laughing somewhere
making smiles and stories
telling beginnings and tales
of endless travels without
ever having a microphone

it’s not needed you know
like a ticket if you hide
until the conductor passes
still it would be good to have
if only to hold onto

there are tears on the transmitter
leaving small salt circles
almost heart shaped, listless
while I wait for the “No”
that is wilting like a rose

Wilting in the Studio Like a Rose

Snuggling Up with a Half Quart

snuggling up with a half quart of Cherry Pie, sliced down the middle
half burnt and looking at my hands
trying not to reach bottom
trying to make it last but

when an earthworm bumps into
another earthworm as surely they must
at one time or another do they say
hello, funny bumping into you here

please, please let me hold you
let me hold you for a moment
don’t avert your gaze
don’t sing a song i don’t know

a slice of cherry pie cracked in
the middle is something
to think about along with
half burnt and earthworms but

every week or so i will return
and you will ask me to stay
and i will say i never left
but you will know, you will

know i don’t love you
because i am just a comma
in your life a comma before
like a bottle of half burnt

Snuggling Up with a Half Quart

Tossing Wrinkled Kisses

two shirts hang on the lineClothes drying on the line
drying in the breeze
one his one hers
gently reaching toward each other

he lifts his arm touching hers gently
she laughs a rippling giggle
accepting the gesture
while he basks in the sunshine

it was not long before
the two were thrashing against
each other bumping fighting
in the washer of life

water detergent bleach
had been added
caustic painful burning
like thoughts and words

eventually all the evil
was removed cleaned away
but the pain and agony getting there
was destructive almost unbearable

until finally they emerged
in warmth and agreement
and found themselves together
loving in the breeze
on the line
tossing wrinkled kisses
through the sunshine

Tossing Wrinkled Kisses

Why Am I the First to Know

The cold that hits when you step out of a hot shower Cappuchino
the pain when you hit a snowbank face first
the head pain when eating too much cold too fast

he said he doesn’t love you and he never did.
All those days and nights and moments
invested in a soul mate without a soul
Why are you telling me this
Why am I the first to know

the first touch of a warm towel.
The first waves of a roaring fire.
The first sip of a cappuccino.

I’m saying I love you and always will
but I’ve always been here
like a monument down the street
so you don’t see me, not really
Why am I the first to know

Let’s fall in love **
Why shouldn’t we fall in love?
Our hearts are made of it
Let’s take a chance, why be afraid of it?

it’s barely a touch from a floating feather
the sensation of sunlight breaking through the clouds
the fragrance of hot chocolate from another room

that musical you wanted to see, what was it?
I have tickets lower level, not too close
maybe dinner at that Italian restaurant
would you like to, would you
Why am I  the first to know?

** “Let’s Fall in Love” is a song written by Harold Arlen and Ted Koehler

Why Am I the First to Know