Noble Aspirations

October 20, 2009

A self-fulfilling prophecy
Curly brown locks and bright
Green eyes for you to see
A future in fresh ink and light

Like notes written across
Time’s blurred measures
Lines made of blue frost
Stealing life’s pleasures

For on my end of the scale
Anything I would give
A balance so precise and frail
So that together we may live

All that carries weight and
Always weigh the same
Fingers crawl across the sand
My voice to say your name

Two parts of one whole
Separate paths intertwined
Was it not the lover’s goal
Some power, he shall find

Like energy in ancient form
Carved characters multiply
There is no need to mourn
They resurrect to fly

Our lives, at first, appear
As two contained spheres
But, like a bell’s tone is clear
We have nothing left to fear


Room With A View

August 28, 2009

I want
I want a large bed
Something frivolous
The kind of bed that lets
Me admire the tiny ledge of
Your eyelids shut, one
Perfect eyelash rests upon
Your freckled cheek
With my thumb I brush
It away and you peek
At me, just a sliver of green
I want to see your
Chest rise and fall during
That golden hour
Watch the near-invisible
Hairs on your arm sway
Back and forth
I want a ship that rides
The moon’s ebb and flow
So we can tour the earth
I want expensive wine
So that red and white and pink
Can fill our hearts with mirth
I want lots of money
So we can have a big house
With twelve cars, and a pool
A butler with an English accent
And it is at that precise moment
That I rub my eyes and
See just what it is I want
A cozy house, a big dog
Teach until I’m old
And you there with me
To count the wrinkles we’ve
Earned together in life
Because beyond whatever
I will be in the next fifty years
One thing I know I will not be
Is alone.