As there is night to ever dawn and
each last line to a poets song
and re-reading everything is but
a token
of how it was before
So if that’s true and make it through
we do to the end of the line or
emotion
With much left unspoken
(With not so few words can be
in best-day memory)
in so it was all taken away from us
away to gather
And yells and cries and fights and tears
which hurt our selves and those held so dear
but not with just the glancing blows of
banners - siguls in writing as
the fighting must endure
forever

For then we stand at opposite sides,
morning to an autumn’s bright
and smile it does upon us
lost in shadows
But we look up and
fallow was the fields of then
those damp dead days of yellowed grass
sent to look oh so good and promising
now
more than ever

And I love you
Oh, I love you
And I wish for you
And I hope for you
And I love you
Oh, I love you

So storm is come and gone once more
and home I sit curled by the door
with the phone in hand
broke in two
and voices of Beatles singing me through
the worst of all these
lies and
inner turmoil
But much like endings there are such
costs as new horizons
and openings fraught with best buy chambers
holding court amidst the graves
of soldiers come home
- Yes, even soldiers who come home must die
and remain indifferent -
Peaks of pain reside in theme that were but abstract
illusions to games we laughed and plotted out
with devilish intentions. And now those
games those carnival frights
are moments of empathy in
my solitary plight
and I can only hope and dream you
understand

And when you walk past my windowed world
and hold his hand and he looks at other girls
it stabs my heart into trillions
of better lines written. And I stand speechless
and so damn weakened
My wished hope naught a ticket bought to dreams
of grasslands growing

If you stand with me under dry apple trees and
look up at the sky so high
and talk to me
and just talk to me about life
If you wander back into his arms and
he treats you like the gift you are
and nothing more or less will I ever
do then
For I’m no fool then
But if you speak a riddle in song
a version once we believed in long
and I am the only other half to
know it

(Then .... Then...)
Then if you do and I love you
and come to me and we’ll be one true
and nothing less or more can come of
never
And I shall never
No not ever. Ever once
hurt you so
And I’ll take you home, and make you know
that never again will you be alone
no not ever alone
never alone
no not
ever

A friend of mine, having read a draft of this about a week ago, demanded I change the first line from "As there is night to ever dawn...." to EVERY dawn, but nope, I chose ever and I stick with it, lol! I will admit a lot of my choices are ... well, weird ... but I rather like these odd choices, from time to time!

Alley needles growing like Bermuda Grass
as the homeless women, offered free mammograms,
stuff pigeons in their yellowing bras

Varicose veins on thinning calves
Wait for the frosted wind
And night to begin

There's a reason, so they say
that handsome homeless never see the light of day
perhaps they hide in places dark
perpetuating an illusion