To a friend
Spending my life weaving in and out
The spaces between, distancing further and further now
Ripping the roots from my heart out.
A handful of flowers keep me holding on
Don’t want to get in any deeper,
Don’t want to fall down
When fear is all you know,
There’s a certain beauty my frown
he wants me to crumble with a thought
and then sometimes people forget my face
a roaming soul stuck in a tree
too hot for me to take a taste
I’m certain my lover’s coming back,
He left a day or two ago,
But I’m losing all hope for a sun
And the tide persists to stay low
Soft as a pedal, but that’s no surprise
these are the lovely things,
that have so carefully kept me alive
It just might have been –
my heart illuminating through his eyes
However, no sooner was he gone,
Then when he had first arrived
Something’s are made for fools
And some just keep on walking by
A tremendous thought has occurred:
Where does a person keep all their tears?
The one’s that sink inside the heart
The droplets that splash and drown the years
A luck as bad as mine-
I do fear,
Is as contagious as it’s lost
But I never worry, my dear.
