Next time round the bend,
Should I be trusted with this task,
Before I spend a breath on you,
I’ll first put on my mask
Q.R.V.
Should one hope to escape the cityscape
Where the air is thick as thieves
In this hazy state, simply suffocate
By inhaling Q.R.V.
Rest in Peace
The moon told me she’d gone to bed
To dream of all that which you dread
She’d hollow out these hopes deceased
And so tonight, you’d rest in peace
Noumenon
My darling, one curse
I’m afraid will live on;
You shall never escape
My love’s noumenon
The One Before the One
The one before the one
Gave a moony girl the sun
Generously shared his fun
Guaranteed love wasn’t won
The one before the one
Was her heart’s due break from Lent
Never asked her to repent
Never took more than he spent
The one before the one
Shared with her his true confessions
Showed her love was not possession
Or the subject of obsession
The one before the one
Proposed that she give up her bluffs
Promised her when life got tough
She was still more than enough
The one before the one
Was one of the great’s she’ll ever know
But planted other seeds to grow
And so it just goes to show
When he was to and she was fro
When he was high and she was low
When he was re and she was do
When he was stop and she was go
When the sun was high and day was done
Something was lost, and something won
The woman she’d never have become
Without —
Save You
If I could save you from yourself
If rich in Life meant rich in Health
If Future’s past could be foretold
If Lost and Found were bought and sold
If Space and Time were less stretched out
If Faith could swallow all of Doubt
If you could make Falsehood see Truth
I swear that I would come save you
So, Thanks
So it hurt for a while,
Things felt a little raw.
So it was the kind of winter
That can take years to thaw.
So you chipped at my edges,
I feel better rounded out.
So you left me without water,
Baby, I survived the drought.
So you said I was a dream, love,
And now you’re all grown up.
So you fractured my heart:
Well, that’s how it opened up.
The Sun Erstwhile
The Sun erstwhile waited
For the Moon to glow
He waxed and waned,
And wooed and wailed
But she never showed
Only
Only that Sunday afternoon
Only an early taste of June
Only a pause which grew too long
Only a Buddy Holly song
Only the sunlight through her blouse
Only the fluster he could rouse
Only his hand lifting her chin
Only the first she’d felt his skin
Only Time stretching in bliss
I only take with me that kiss
Wolf
Sure as the Atlantic tide
Sure as MY Cam will collide
Sure as winter harbours spring
Sure as ends are beginnings
Sure as I could ever be,
That moon will bring you back to me
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