The moon told me you’re never far
‘Tween who you’ll be, and who you are
Should you need rest, her door’s ajar
And she shall watch you, as a lar
poetry
Brunette
Moonrise
Moonset
Dirty blonde
Brunette
Altitude
Twenty thousand feet above
His life and how it seems
Somewhere between the moon and clouds
Is where he’s hid his dreams
Blue Skies
No thrills, no chills
No iron wills
No highs, no lows
No come-to-blows
No start, no end
No becket bend
No jeers, no tears
No stagnant fears
Just me and you,
Whatever comes to
Just you and I,
And big blue skies
Listless
Whether or not
There’s this thing called fate
Not knowing you is
My unnatural state
Q.R.V.
When forever amends and promises bend
Principium et finis
We can take what’s been severed and put new parts together
With epoxy Q.R.V.
Latitude
We’ve travelled far enough away
That every step we tread
Is farther from and closer to
The other’s sorry stead
Someday
Someday you will be married
Someday you’ll end for good
Someday she’ll take off on a flight
Someday you’ll wish you could
Someday you will be filled up
Someday you will be stripped
Someday you’ll take charge of your life
Someday your coin will flip
Someday you’ll write a song for her
Someday you will be blocked
Someday’s the endless tide of time
Someday is on the clock
Someday you wish you spoke up—but
Someday you’ll bite your tongue
Someday it wasn’t she or I
Someday you are the one
Pulsar
Some nights I hear you calling me
Or I’m just on your frequency
A little south, a little west
A little broken at your best
Bouncing off of different stars
Trying to gauge just who you are
Keep avoiding all absorption
Babe, your sound is just distortion
Love Day
A day you won’t believe in
But you’ll buy-in anyway
‘Cause I’m sure you said you’d try
Now that she’s agreed to stay
And it’s none of my business
What goes on behind closed doors
But how can you give her something
That really isn’t yours?
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