(2013)
I see words screaming for attention etched in the lines of your face Let me look closer
I awoke from a deep sleep and knew the reason was to write I love you
There seems to be a drought in my… but who knows if it is the cause or the result of the war raging within me
I wrote this while thinking of you so I guess you could say this poem is eight years in the making
I get my silence in five minute doses before the plane overhead brings me back to earth
I feel empty unceasingly until you come along and fill my heart to bursting
I’ve always been at the very least a little caught up on everything about you This idea of you
Everyone sees god in a different light but I was born without eyes
Life is an uphill struggle Nothing comes easy and only hard work pays off I don’t like hard work was my 5 word protest
The road is long and winding like nothing you can imagine Too many off ramps to count but too few in hindsight
All that I know how to do is write about death without dying and write about life
There is something to be said of a true friend One who will pull the knife from your back One who will stitch the wounds
If nature were so flattered by poems written with itself in mind as people are we would be moving mountains
You asked what I knew about you and I thought up a list of twenty things
I spend my nights wishing on every star in the sky that you are alive and well
