Chill

The windsong is happy and sad

She asks me for permission

Of acts I cannot approve of

But regardless even of this

I find myself sinking deeper

A sparse bout of laughter

Offsets the evil and dark

A small flicker of a flame

Flame forgotten and forgiven

Makes me live once more

To live for the day, to live at all

To live for dreams deferred

She is my shadow and twin

This windsong in my head.

 

The Betrayed

On a dank day in February

In the coldest territory

West of the Appalachians

Peace as found to a girl confused

Happiness is reached in the midst of none

And I find myself wondering

If it was all for naught, all for nothing

A betrayal of friend and lover

Hasn’t even phased who I am

Such an event should kill me

It should break me and burn me

Leave me to the cold zephyr

To be eaten alive by remnants

And perhaps if this happened

Would I feel pure once more?

Innocence and seduction are one

When one is lost, the other is moot

With both gone to the wind

Where does that leave them both?

However I am ecstatic but indecisive

A friend is in need but my heart is not here

But there; In a city around a lake,

In the cold, ice, sleet and snow

My heart goes out to the untouched.

In the midst of a dank day in February,

A soul is beginning to know itself

For the first time in all of eternity.

 

Where I am

I dream of scarlet nights

And long thoroughfares

I dream of churches and mosques

And freedom unbounded

I dream of peace and conflict

And jujitsu under the stars

I dream of a samurai and noble

And katanas dropped in baths

I dream of Aristotelian philosophy

And Athens at dawn

I dream of Dante’s Hell

And where I would be

I dream of Big Ben

And his clock ever chiming

I dream of cherry blossoms

And the taste of them

I dream of romance in Paris

Of sex in the ruins of Troy

I dream of blasphemy in Egypt

Of laughter in Casablanca

I dream of your face in mirrors

Of every single hotel visited.

 

A Destructive Destiny

When it comes to who needs me most

I know which one should be chosen

He’s gone on without me for twenty years

And what if this is all for nothing?

The other, I know, would break for sure

Blame himself as he always has

Or turn into a tiger and player

Becoming something I despise and loathe.

Which one would I save from dark night?

Which one is correct, which one is right?

I am blinded with duty and responsibility

Forgetting what is most important

My heart, love, and what I truly want

If nothing else comes of this experience

If I choose what is right over what I want

If I choose where I am needed over him,

I know that this will never be forgotten.

And I will forever be grateful to him,

That he showed me who I have been all along.