January 22 There’s a certain kind of lonelinessThat’s only felt by the fish in the aquariumWho can see the family gathered round the tableThe animals in the zoo watching the parents hold hands while they stroll the baby with another one on the wayThe prisoner watching his mother approach the glass for her one hour…
January 22 We could do anything togetherBuild pyramidsConquer tyrantsPlan D-Day and win it tooPredict the weatherCure cancerWe could go to the moonBut all I want is to lie in bedAnd listen to you read Curious GeorgeWhile I counter with Doctor ZhivagoAnd look into your eyesAnd feel your smileIn my soul.
January 21 What is a snail without her shell?The shell that she’s chosenSo beautiful and strong.The Shell is her homeHer comfort, her protectionFrom lonely days and nightsWhere some might find herAnd try his attackShe curls inside and fends him offWith nothing more than her proactivePlans to protect herselffrom those who would hurt her,the elements,the heat…
Jan 20 The moon is ever-presentEven when she hides.Waxing, waning,Waiting, wanting.Pulling the tidesalong the shoreUnder her controlBringing beautyto the nightAs she reflects the gloryOf the absent sun.Even when the EarthStands between themShe smiles wide andWaits for his return. The moon hides in shadowBut she cannot fall awayEver-present, ever-waitingWaxing and waningCloser and fartherBut never close enough…
January 20 Go.Slow.Wait for a moment whereIt is right and just. Run.Fast.To stay out of the mireThat sucks you in. Stop.Now.Before you are suspendedAnd stuck in love.
January 20 I did not choose to love youGuardian of the foolish inclinations of man.The one who ascertains what each guestis missing of his childhood, of delightAnd returns it to him as Loki returns chaosTo an orderly world. I did not choose to love youProtector of the inner child and adolescenceThe one who finds a…
January 19 I’m drugged and blinded.Feeling my way along.It’s impossible to seethrough the haze.So I feel my way along.I hope I know the way. I can find it without a map,Without instructions.Can I feel my way along?Impaired I can’t reasonI don’t know how to wakeAnd know what to do.So I simply feel my way along.
January 17 When you know my innermost thoughtsWith me ever saying themIt surprises me like a blanketStill hot from the dryerThrown onto a little girlSitting on a couchBy a flawed fatherWho just wants her to be warm. You see things in me I’ve never seen.And when you call me an exotic creatureI know that it’s…
January 15 Let me serve youLet me take care of youI can see what you needAnd want to give it to you. I want to be the oneWho makes it all betterI want to be your sunYour cashmere sweater. Keep you warm and cozyDrifting in and out of sleepHolding on to talkingListen to you breathe.
January 13 I can see the pot of goldThe emerald city from afarParadise from songs of oldEternal lights that cure the dark Running through the fieldTo jump into your armsKissing my hand on your kneesAnd beaches where it’s warm Walking off into the sunsetYour arm around my waistStairs to the private jetYour kisses I can…