Smoke

It’s all just smoke and mirrors

The way you disguise your fears

What you keep hidden from yourself

Keeps love unattainable atop a shelf

Your mind recalls it’s photograph

Of every time you made her laugh

Can you see clearly through your daze

While hiding behind that blackened haze

She caught you peeking in her soul

Wondering if she could make you whole

Instead of fanning that smoldering flame

You choose to hide in billowy shame

Take the chance and build a fire

Make it known your secret desire

She has faith in what you do

Clear the smoke and believe it too

Dry

The wind blows through the Sahara of my mind
I'm reaching out but now your love's gone blind
It took so long to reach my heart's turning point
Now it lies in your hands not to disappoint

My garden is ready now to grow and bloom
The weeds have died and my heart has made room
Please don't say your love is withered and dry
Let's tend our flowers and let our love grow high

Fast

Time seemed slow
as the years flew past
Now I struggle
to make memories last

For all I've fought
and little I've won
My heart still seeks
a golden sun

Someday soon
it will all work out
In my heart
there's little doubt

Embracing time
as it flies by
Not taking time
to sit and cry

I welcome time
to heal our hearts
And set us off
to better starts

Quickly now
time can speed
To bring us closure
we all need

A Thought on Silence

Not every moment needs to be filled
Solid connection we quietly build

No words need expressed
Nothing needs addressed

Content calm fills the air
In it I hear you care

Leading Line

No come-ons were needed
You peeked into my soul
We saw each other clearly
And made each other whole

No empty promises spoken
No need to ask for more
No dangers lurking in the dark
Only what fate had in store

I need a come on now
To let me know it's fine
A word of reassurance
Or my heart for you will pine

Symmetry & Patterns

See the parallels in our lives
Lines drawn in to the sands of time
Running forever side by side
Just like a perfect worded rhyme
From pain to sad to glad and joy
We’re all alike more than we think
Foundations in stone bind our hearts
Just open our minds to that link

Framing

A social theory of interpretation
It helps us along in communication

Reference points making up our lives
Fitting together till every piece jives

Outline of who we believe we are
Continually makes us raise our bar

Compare our lives to what we know
Fitting our frames to friend and foe

Crying Over Spilled (Chocolate) Milk

A murderous death to my phone by chocolate
The calculator soon to follow
A murderous fate by milk awaits
Cuz I'd sooner spill than swallow

A cloudy puddle creeps closer still
Electronics about to fry
Scramble and move it all away
So communication doesn't die

A silly lymric reveals my curse
A steady hand escapes me
Or forgetting where I set my cup
It's the best excuse it can be