Slippery Words..

Forget Me Nots.

A Quiet Tongue.

Holds Vicious Thoughts.

The romantics are unusually quiet.

They are in serene repose.

Nothing here to do or see

Or to open, love or close.

It’s a time for quiet reflection.

Maybe dream or make believed.

Like 10 years ago today.

When my child was conceived.

It wasn’t really long ago.

Was not that far from here.

It will always be that Valentine’s.

When things were crystal clear.

There was no one the freeway……………. The clock said 4:03……………………………….. No taillights behind us………………………….. Just my passenger and me…………………….. She seemed to be a thinker……………………. With not alot to say…………………………………. I felt no urge to break the spell……………… Let words get in the way………………………… The trip it ended quietly………………………… Just polite goodbyes……………………………….. I made it home to my bed……………………. Another night, time flies…

There’s a valley off the east coast… Travels inland from the sea.

Most all who left they don’t come back. However there’s still you and me.

We till the land, we fish the seas, However we will not go far.

For there is is something in the lonely. That keeps us where we are.

It’s cold here in the big smoke, a polar vortex came to town.

The people are driven deep within to something called lockdown.

We are waiting and we are humbled, still searching for our souls.

We are staring out our windows or changing channel scrolls.

There’s a look that seems to show, with a meaning to convey.

Madness is upon us all and I think it’s here to stay.

There’s a kindness that appears, I see it every now and then.

The next time that I see it, I’ll be sure to call a friend.

The strong they are holding on, on to what they won’t say.

They are good at holding secrets, their discretion will not stray.

The news it could be better, however we all know there could be more.

There is nothing left to cancel, but there’s groceries in the store.

The ice is thin here at 4 am. among the Quiet and creaking of the pipes.

Sleep will not come easy however… Eventually all things come to rest.

Time and patience go skating hand in Hand saying, ‘join us or don’t.’

All options are possible here.

She said she dreams in color.

I heard her whisper in the dark.

Said something sounded funny.

Her laughter lights a spark.

A spark that makes me smile.

So I guess that this means love.

A feeling that’s incomparable.

Nor something I speak of.

She told me that she loves me.

And I just think she might.

Cause she said it when she’s dreaming.

In the darkness at dim light.

The sun dropped to horizon.

The night fell from the sky.

The worry came upon us.

Like a fear that would not die.

We listen to these moments.

For the truth is in the sound.

And the music plays at heart strings.

In the shadows love is found.

It is sunshine in mid February…. Vitamin D is in my mind.

A sad and tortured memory has lingered there ‘in kind’.

Sometimes I have these moments, I relive and think of us.

I do my best in letting go, trying to diminish all the fuss.

If I can sit there quiet and give those thoughts no say.

They disappear and just like that, we live another day.

Timmy is getting neutered, it seems more than he can bare.

The moment that the vet’s name came up, he thought, now this is hardly fair.

He scratched and clawed and bantered, but still he found the cage.

In there there’s a metaphor and all the world’s a stage.