Sunday, September 2, 2012

Jim, where did you go


I don’t know you
Nor do you know me
But in this night
Hiding behind a few beers
It feels as though it could be
That we are both in the same city
Singing the same old songs
About one thing or another
Draping lives in tales
Of all that we have done
I'm just a girl
Simple
From a country mountain top
Living in a world
Bigger than she ever thought
Experiences be sold
And told
And curled into something new
Something we could learn
To evolve ourselves into
Outside the world is cold and harsh
Best I stay inside alone
While through my window
The stray wanderers I see roam
In the streets of sin
Bodies trudge in the same
Carrying out there
What I carry in here too
And as I ponder
And wonder
And paint and drink the night away
Listening to your words
Shaping them as I may
I find myself intrigued
By exactly where you are now
In this very moment
Also in this town
And I wonder if the lives we’re living
Are really so different at all
For in one momentary second
This whole world could fall
And I would lose
What you'd lose too
But I would love to know
Although alone inside I sit
There is someone else
Sitting alone here too
And together, but alone
We dream the potential
For something more
And something new

Saturday, September 1, 2012

Mourning A Lover

Out my window
I peer to see
What is plump and white
And alone in the sky
But yet you are the light
Hovering over this night
Making sense only to me
And I would go back in time
For you and us
In fact
Tonight, I will it so
That we may return
The clocks
And hands of time
To when we belonged
To each other
How things change
When these nights turn to days
And the days drag on
And on
And on
Twenty-four hours without you
Seems eternally long
Haunting me
Endlessly
Afloat in my own harbour
Alone I sing
Of all I be wondering
And all my thoughts
Hold images of you
That become the lyrics
To these melodies
And woeful ridden songs
That I call out of tone
Like I whistle out of tune
Out of my window
Over clearest night
I perch
And cry for you
As only mourning lovers do