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…
January 9 Love changes usIt’s becoming and believingBetrothed againTo walk aside andKnow the path isNot your ownNot yours aloneBut a path you chooseFor your Love to roamAnd hope for loveTo find a homeWherefore you’re lostBefore you changeAnd find your wayTo somewhere newTransformed to whoYou’ve been all along.
January 9 Tom Stoppard says love is“The mask slipped from the face”As if the masks he wears isn’t theKey to knowing my Love. You must know his rolesAnd love his masksAs much as his faceTo love my Love. The mask sometimes slipsOn accident, to anyoneIntimate or notOff the face of my Love. But the way…
January 5 I can’t see the wiresThat levitate the girlAs she risesWith smoke beginning to swirlThere’s no reflection on the ceilingA mirror’s telltale signMy eyes on the cardsWhen you flip and find mineYet I’m sure and I’d swearThis is all just false magicPretending, a fantasy,Some wrinkle in the fabricYou're a charmer, a magicianPerformer in top…