He is more….
Than communication sent over telepathic waves or digital paves we’ve come to know as our pathway to destruction….of harmonies never to be woven together in melodies that make this rather cold and lonely. I’ve gotten used to words on screen and touching things that remind me of screams we shared within the shadows of the wall. We encompassed the fall as summer nights led to cooler tones our foliage beaming the color of song. How do we say this is all? How do we besiege the tall……..sun that rays over my wonderland and tell me I’m yours for the taking…..automatically designed for His making…?
She is more…..
Than a maybe in another time we could rhyme on street corners somewhere between Jerstin and stop preachin what we should have been teachin’. Instead we’re only reachin’ for what seems to be leakin’ from the bottomless pit of our souls. Waters run over into what we thought could be close, but we found that the most was in the 404 we share in area code or really the 770…..but, how could a chance passing be worthy of grasping a delayed passing of space and time. Her passion says stop and his reason says go as we talk in circles and dream in utters of what could have been as the branches bend against the wind of tides. Silence lingers as her fingers trace the lines of his frame as we refrain from saying…….
They are more…..
Than a pretending that we’re into bending essence into the titles we hold and the lies we were told about how the joys unfold. Lies breed sighs and truths breed fools who can’t tell when they’ve been used to play by the adversary’s rules. Who are you to choose? Love over schools of perfect pictures and empty dinners lit by saddled tights of empty eyes and shrinking fights. To be a fly on the wall when Atlas Shrugs at scenes of ten men flocking to her at opposite ends of the room. Their eyes beam at the rise of her silhouette and the stride of her move. She’s pressing forward, striving further, reaching higher until their dimensions meet to say…..
There’s so much more…..
