I thought about you today,
Thought I’d let you know.
Not to stroke your ego,
Because I let it go,
But more just to be thankful
For the road I have traveled,
Since you were a part of it.
A quick stop along the way,
A detour I never thought I’d take.
Now, I’m so far past it.
It’s only a memory.
Where I have come
Is near perfection
Because where I have been
But it taught me how to get here.
I’ve chased the sun from one end of the world to the next.
I’ve skipped time over the varying parts of the world.
Does it make me well versed?
Does it mean I am younger?
I’ve chased the sun on the horizon for so long.
I’ve chased the insatiable need for a new day everyday.
I’ve forgotten the millions of stars which light the night.
I’ve forgotten the possibility of uncertainty in darkness.
I’ve chased the sun for so many years, I’ve forgotten the serenity of twilight.
I want years; not just days.
I want forever; not just tonight.
A night on Dirty 6 Street, Austin, Texas.
Come back to me like a reoccurring daydream.
Remember my dear,
As the time draws near,
To look to the horizon,
Farther than what you can set your eyes on
And whisper me a prayer
Of a gentle breeze in my hair
And a life full of adventure,
Even though I wish not to venture
Any further from home
Than my mind already roams.
Remember my love,
As the night taints the dove,
No matter how dark or how frail,
My admiration for you will never fail
Or falter under the weight of the stars
Because as I think of you, I have only these bars
Of magic and dreams
Far greater than they seem
To keep me warm as I travel,
Ever destined to unravel,
Except when I think of you.
Watching too many darn pirate shows. Better than reading about the Great Depression I guess. My dreams to that end are becoming a bit destitute. Although, the one last night was very intriguing, and I actually remembered most of it! Possible storyline, definitely book worthy material, but alas, my current project has hit over 80k words, and I still don’t think it’ll be finished before the end of the summer. We’ll see. Maybe throw in a pirate novel should I dream of any interesting ideas. When is bedtime again?
My mind is feeling a little foggy with different words and POVs. I don’t think these are really meant to be one flowing poem, but that’s the way they flew out. When the muse knocks..
If you can act like you don’t see me
Then was I ever really there?
If you can pretend to forget about me
Then was I ever really a memory?
If you can replace me with someone new
Then was I ever really near you?
Life moves on
As the earth spins,
And I used to think
It spun around you,
But now you’re gone,
and I feel alone.
What will I do?
If I can’t act like I don’t see you
Then I know you still exist.
If I can’t pretend to forget you
Then I’ll live with your memory.
If I can’t replace you with someone new
Then I’ll hold what I have left of you close.
For every day you aren’t with me,
I miss you more and more.
For every day I miss you,
My heart splinters a little greater.
I hope one day I find you on a golden, sandy shore
Because that’s when I’ll show you what you mean to me.
That’s when I’ll prove you’re the one for me.
Listen close, my dearest.
Be sure to hear my words
Because one day they’ll be a whisper
You had once heard.
I know the secret of life
If you really want to know.
You have to have faith in others
Even if they let you down
Because only then will you understand
The treasure that can be found
From someone else’s perspective
That you never saw before.
Listen close, my darling,
Come and gather round.
Repeat to me my ramblings,
So I know you understand.
This secret will keep you going
As you fumble through this life.
If nothing else, my sweetest,
Keep it safe and hold it tight.
Time for bed, I guess, now that my mind has dried out a bit. Sweet dreams!