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.