Lit And On Fire

A warm fireplace. The smell of coffee A well-written story The last day of work before a vacation When you walk in through a door someone held open Sunrises and sunsets Warming your hands in someone's coat pockets Early morning cuddles Walking in the rain and jumping into puddles When someones says, "That's why I like you" Chooses something good for you From the overwhelming restaurant menu And hands you a wet tissue when you get ice cream all over you Seeing blue lakes and fluffy clouds And snow-capped mountains down a hillside Someone who asks "Would you like some medicine to help with your cold?" Dreaming of traveling around the world Laughing out loud at a hilarious joke Making a little kid laugh when you pretend you're a frog and croak Stopping in the middle of nowhere to look for the Milky Way Making someone's day A kind word from a random person on the street An ice cream treat Seeing a baby walk for the f

It's cold and dim and no one really sees All that transpires inside this sphere Just a little patience and mercy, please While one deals with these anxious fears Some things flicker here and there But none too bright to rouse satiation These eyes have looked almost everywhere But none yet meets expectation Perpetually embracing an elusive muse Entangled in pursuit of distant dreams Hope fatigued but still in use Pushing forth through turgid streams Swirls of postulations hardly condense Indefinitely paused but intentionally ceased Someday when comes the recompense All tensions will be calmed, all fussing eased Peaks and valleys, highs and lows Nothing is stagnant, as everything moves Forward and onward: that's always the flow Survive then thrive, as all this will prove For now belief and stand reiterate Let seeing eye not be the only guide On truth and good and love meditate Stay on

If you're eagle-eyed you're sure to notice From miles away with certainty There's no way that you'd be fooled by all this You've unwrapped all the mystery You see a player on top of his game Go scoff at all the fun he's had His method besmirches every man's name You just want to bury this cad Perhaps he's one who's nestled in her arms Feigning much sensitivity She is obviously smitten by his charms So sly, smooth, so velvety You say, "Hey, pal! I know what you're doing! Heartbreaker's what you really are! To you she's just fiery pleasure brewing To her she's a fragile, bright star!" Another one on the horizon far Looks like he's running, on the take Maybe he left a trail of lover scars You should tell him to have a break Tell this dude to quit while he is ahead Before the bitter overflows Or the dark comes and chokes the sweet instead What that looks like, only

Precipice Honesty is overrated they say Some truths you hide and don't relay But someday all will be revealed anyway Why not now? Why delay? Feelings you used to have All you have lost, all those you love Confessing them is a salve Secrets cause hearts to halve Confusion ensues each time you cower Deceit and lies don't give them power Your eyes, your smile, your voice, you falter A pause, a sigh, you blow your cover On the edge of a precipice you jump off Hoping the half-truths on your back are enough To break your fall? That'll be tough! The ground is unforgiving, rough So tell the truth, don't glaze it over Don't pretend all's never been better It may hurt, cause things to flutter Let it be heard now, not never

There is a need to state a few things more For a host of feelings and musings sore I'll say them soberly though not quite covertly I'm glad that we met until you tried to subvert me Ms. Understand, we couldn't see eye to eye My hands extended kindness but you went for a lie Not all affinities are subterfuge for some huge thing Now all's been drowned by a deluge of fawning Ms. Communicate, please think before you speak Your voice is too loud but your argument is weak The goodwill you've painstakingly tried to convey Came off rather sour as with all else you say Ms. Guided, you should have really thought first Look before you leap, or else get into more hurt No one made you a promise or gave you their heart You rolled the dice, missed a ladder, slid back to the start Ms. Interpret, you read me all wrong I had no secret agenda, but your game was strong Insisted there was something in my actions and words But really to

The dam was strong Made of concrete enforced with iron A great many rains have poured A deluge of waters But it stood sturdy and sure Decades of storms and high winds It endured Yet a gentle trickle A slow flow of calm water Drops from a soothing river Made way to its center The floodgates opened And the river rushed forth But not with a brute force the dam feared But with a refreshing touch Filled the basin with newness A good change it didn't count on