I don’t quite think it was the jagged insult of the cold while stepping out from the shower;
It couldn’t have been the yawning cold empty space beside me on a still unmade bed;
Perhaps it was that the single cup of instant coffee was just okay enough with real soymilk;
Certainly not the unresponded to question of what possibly could I have said to you instead.
More than I surely love you.
More than we can go so far.
More than dreams seek the possible.
More than let’s get out of this damn bar.
I don’t know but the cat claw calls for more food for his old porcelain bowl;
I don’t understand but the heater needs a filter shift out with the coming cold;
I can’t see the change that the sunsets promise for those unparoled tomorrows;
But I could have added that the place beside my heart is all yours, truth be told.
Unless the future scares you.
Unless you can’t chance chance.
Unless my words wither at your feet.
Unless all those maybes can only translate into can’ts.
And, down the tracks and beyond the call to prayer and the next bead-toss parade
I go on with my so lonely but hopeful heart, though I’m not quite sure I got it made.
Rhythm and rhyme
Falling out of love with you
Was surely my biggest crime
Wishing you here
To reprieve it all out
Your winsome smile
Scraped at the shadow of doubt
The reason for answers
Seem to beg the question
To miss your lips
Defies all lingering suggestion
A rising half moon
No mysteries here
Cranks out a lonely tear
But look inside
Nothing is clear
Come back over—
Help this helpless dear
Summer’s last gasp
You fled me quick
And Love slipt my grasp
Past wind-swept plains
A dress tossed to the floor
Is this real—
I can’t see you anymore?
A young-believing heart
Yearns for one no longer near.
When to speak or stay dumb
Is never made very clear.
Beyond the lonely sunset,
Tears find release:
Respite unreached afar,
Was this all just a tease?
Oh, years roll fast past the years,
Younger eyes for younger smiles now glow.
An old frayed belt now cinched so tight;
The lonely and the old have nowhere else to go.
He took her offered hand and into the surf they trod—
Milady and Milord, Milady and Milord.
She took and held his hand as into the grass they went—
The lady and the gent, the lady and the gent.
Chances and maybes risked and the future dawns anew—
Could be me and you, could be me and you.
Ten seconds to Midnight and looms a Happy New Year—
To all cherished and dear, to you all, cherished and dear!