Sit at the end of this lopsided bed,
stare at my shoes and I say ‘what’s the use,
it’s just walking.’

Sidewalk’s still cool, ten toes tip by the pool,
she roams my head, so I dive in instead.
It’s a Friday.

They know yes or no. They see black and white.
Can’t imagine they lack imagination.
We dialed in the AM, walked right into the station.
We thought we were driving,
figured we were in control.
Time, lead the way. Color it in as we wander.
However I want, I’ll wander.
Color it in, filling it, pouring it in, into imagination.
However, wherever, we want to.

Nothing has to stay the same.
Adding light as colors change.
Fixed my tune, the one I sang
that was my life, it is today.

Dripping with night, survived the day long fight.
Wicked by the breeze, some time on my trapeze,
then I sit down.

Laying alone on this plastic band throne,
play it like strings, the songs she used to sing.
It’s just cheap wine.

Color it in as I wander.
Color it in like I want to.
Color it in as I please.
Color it in, on my knees.
Color it in, one day, with me.

You begin, you only listen.
You begin, you haven’t missed it.
You begin, you’ll be ok.
Without expectations, you won’t go astray.

You be young, you have some fun now.
You be young, you have no trouble.
You be young, you live all day.
Wade in the moment and you’ll pave the way.

You be fine, you always make it.
You be fine, you never breaking.
You be fine, you can be strange.
No time for normal, and it’s not today.

You be wise, you sell your castle.
You be wise, you use my shadow.
You be wise, you walk away.
You follow your heart, so your head won’t sway.

and there’s no more dismay.
and you can’t find too late.
it’s fortune and it’s fate
that you negotiate.
what if they’re the same?
you walk away.
you can be strange.
you live all day.
you’ll be ok.
I think we’re the same.

Strutting ‘round this town of mind.
Swimming down a street.
Drowning in an easy smile, the happiness I see.

Hanging up a frame of mind
Looking down at me.
Staring into distant eyes, blinking suddenly.

Everything’s brighter in the ears she gave me.
Everything, a little lighter with these ears.
Ears she gave me, in my car, near January.

Feeling light as a strand of a feather.
Everyday, lately, today gets better.
As if I ran and jumped right now, I’d certainly fly.
Way out there, maybe I’d hit my head on the sky.
So I’ll just float around… Yeah.
Even when I’m grounded.

Funny feeling, being grounded up here.
Always wondering if hearts pounded up there.
Floating all these days, by my side, her way.
Distance does things and things start to stray,
but happy, eventually, always shows its face.

Past weighs down her future cheer.
A little lighter in her ear.
Some songs travel to familiar faces.
Brighter, lighter just after we face this.
Time, sometimes, takes swimming for miles,
before it’s all floating with smiles.

Happy always shows its face.
Looking down at me,
blinking suddenly.

Half hundred half read books smoking on his floor.
Staring, wondering how they would have ended.

Doesn’t finish anything.
He kicked his wheel, built it up and she wrecked it.
Make way for this gem.
Ice cream cones come true after he trashes them.
What if it’s all worth the hassle,
and what if he never finds out?

Truth and simple lead to stronger.
This listen-to list is only getting longer.
‘I finish nothing, so nothing ever ends.
And I can’t go there,
because I don’t know where she went.’

Do you hear angels sing?
What a deal, scored some records for my devil.
Remembering bliss,
I screamed, ‘I’ll wait forever just to feel this.’
What is waiting, but the freedom
to work this life into whatever we desire?

So, we crawl, then we run
with time and the sun on our shoulders.
After fall, winter comes
with the same exact sun, but it’s colder.

And we shake, then we breathe,
in time, with the wings on our shoulders.
After all this, we see
we’re like angels who sing, but we’re older.

Puts out books to see where he left off.
To know how they got older,
to see that things got mended.
These stories he let smolder.
To know how they all ended.

Letting go of life’s handles,
she lights darkness a candle.
Crawling into bed,
love, brighter shades of blues,
dreaming in her head.

Fine, art, softly painted side.
Love, floating like she’s always been there,
like she’s never left with the tide.

Thought of that black and white window tonight,
when she stood at that window.

Letting go of life’s weather,
she floats on evening feathers
leaving what she wore,
black, purple, shades of blue,
sleeping on the floor.

She’s art, as eyes trace her lines.
Whispering ‘here’, like she’s always been fair,
like she’s never committed a crime.

Thought of that black and white window tonight,
when she stood at that window.

We listened to breathing,
the two of us that evening.

Seventy finger table, wide eyed spark.
Wait for night to smile, and then I cut the cards.
Living, breathing, cold hands, fixing futures.
Always figured they knew what they were doing.
Always figured they’d figure it out.
Dealer deals, lifetimes winnings.
Breathe, sometimes, her genius grinning.

Two cards a piece.
Shuffled decks, stacked everybody’s destiny.
Left them thinking, ‘there’s nothing left of me.’
Future’s fixed, so they’re folding.
They don’t see what she’s holding,
recall, lifetimes ago, what she told me.
‘Take nothing so seriously.’
A king and queen in her eyes.

Heavenly thing, crusader. Fine wine, art.
Rooftop nights, see miles, before we cut the cards.
Giving, breathing, hold hands, fix the future.
Always doubted they knew what they were doing.
Always doubted that they’d never doubt.
Movie reels, lifetimes spinning,
crawl, sometimes, to old beginnings.

Eyes spark up again,
four hands, two cards who know no end.

Life on a burner boils over,
steaming a wooden spoon.

Running late in a snow globe, going
nowhere, right now, soon.

Face in a fireplace,
laughing at myths as they freeze.
Things we once believed.
Give us a fix of our future.
Of cake and coffee in the morning.
Of signals, signs and warnings.
It said you always told me.

Sleep still at night, catch deep breaths
like flakes on jackets in dreams.

Sunken skies, afraid of light,
that can’t explain where they’ve been.

Signals, signs, and warnings
with my coffee in the morning.