The Grand Show
I think of things
And dream of you
But to dream is to breathe
And I only breathe in you.
Oh, to feel you
To see the universe in your eyes
To hear the sweet songs
Of infinite birds in your voice
The world is a show
The curtain opens and closes
The characters flash in and out,
But you are the lead character
You don’t sit in the very last seat
In the corner of the turning world
Watching your life,
As the curtains open and close
As I have mine.
The thundering applause,
As I sit and look upon you
And all the universes,
All the infinite birds
Flee, and sink, and swirl
As the spotlight fades.
The White Wall
The white wall
Never the same,
Always changing.
It may look the same
From the outside,
But the white is never the same up close.
It’s dark beyond that dense white wall,
But where I’m usually afraid,
Something about this white darkness is calling me.
Calling me to adventure,
Danger,
The unknown.
I don’t know what I’ll find beyond that white wall,
But it beckons me to find out.
It reaches out its icy hand,
Cold yet inviting,
Calling me,
Showing me the way
Into the white darkness.
I want to see what’s out there,
Beyond that frozen white wall,
Even though it frightens me.
The white wall scares me,
Yet I find comfort in it
Somehow.
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We move
We dance
We fly,
Not with our bodies,
But with our words.
They pour out of us like passion from a man in love
But we’re not the ones in love.
We drive away,
We curse,
We reject,
Not with our words,
But with our eyes.
They shine through into our souls
Like the crushing weight of a constant fear,
But we’re not the ones afraid.
We blink,
We stare,
We encapsulate,
Not with our eyes,
But with our souls.
They move inside us like ballerinas flying across the stage,
But we’re not the ones dancing.
