Here

Touching the mortar and the brick

Your hand has been here

Vibrancy abounds

Touching my lips

one finger

Your lips have been here

Inspiration silences

Touching my heart

Your heart has been here

and has left

this brick

The King is done.

Call Me

Call me when it's fun again

Soul Gold

So hit the ground and run it hard

And make your own mistake

I swear one day your soul might go

and find a better mate

So find the girl and run to her

And have and eat your cake

And swear to her your soul is gold

Behind its brassy plate

Now

Most of them

They run into the future

or hide within their heavy past

We escape into the now

Every time

Make our lives a round dome of glass

Sometimes snow

Sometimes glitter

Always here

where they never even think to look...

Wherever

Love is an energy

Not a form

So however it comes

Wherever it goes

Put me on that train

i'll write 

you

then and now

A series of half lived moments

called now

in service of some mirage on the horizon

called then

Afar

I was in love with you

It was the silent kind

not the pomp & circumstance kind

that's celebrated in public

with shows of light and color;

the kind you keep inside

the kind you hope they find in you

a faint glow from within

but since you never found it

it turned away and burned blue

leaving me to think those pink thoughts of you

the ones- full bud bound

waiting for one drop of rain

to burst forth grow

glow

so I put it away deep within a song

where it will be held safe

strong

no better burial; no better jar

in which it must belong

so now you can hold it

open it unscrew it

and feel a time you were loved 

from afar.