The long walk home.

We are moving on, looking for those happy days again
Leaving with less than what we brought
You look so beautiful, that smile on your face

These fragile moments recalled within your photographs
Reborn again with wings, unfaded by the days

As seasons pass will you remember dazzled burning seas
These passing nights of faintly blue dancing snowflakes

Whenever I felt alone or was scared
Turned around and there you were

We are moving on, looking for those happy days again
Leaving with less than what we brought
Everyone moves on, hefting their own never-healing wounds
These frames which we never could forget
You look so beautiful, that smile on your face

Remind me once again, how many times have I been lost?
How every time, I was adrift until the one who lended a
Warm hand was you - oh, lovely you
Bringing me in from the night

When we reach the end of this road tell me, where will we be?
Leaving with less than what we brought
Everyone moves on aimless, always searching for their heart
Take my hand, and wander on with me
You look so beautiful, that smile on your face.

It's all, miss understood.

She can't know how
(Not knowhow, nor no-way, no-how)

That is to say,
She couldn't possibly know how
Her words incite me,
Stumble me,
Leave me wretched, gasping... gaping...

Wondering.

Left me happybutunkempt
Because I want the best for her -
- but am egotistic: believing the best
To be myself.

In my dreams, she is ever leaving me, which left me... sobbing?
I pause to catch my breath, to tearwipe away, smileforced.

Now I am:
Firestomached. Damned displeased,
Buried amongst mechanical antiques.
In love with the man who traded me for them
Unhappy with myself for not being more careful.
Parting with dead men (who are not as friendly as they might look).

Remarks upon feelings:
Emotions are slipshod, fleeting, irrational, unable to be contained with
Merewords laugh. They say, "We can't do that. You can't force
Our square pegs into those star-shaped holes."

Still, I try; as if I have no mouth but I must scream.

I think I need help.

Into: mindswept.
And I am reminded, always, of In So Many Words,
Which were written to remind me
Of how careless I can be.

You think I would learn from my mistakes!
But no: everonward.

As expected.

Gentle now: we wander through this
Downtown made for friends:
You with yours, and myself, now
Inducted (temporarily, at least)
In-to the circle.

But ever so careful, I: shy
Away from these things
Perhaps at fault; don't take
Action, chances,
Let things simmer.

Can't help yourself: bored, you wandering
Wondering. Suddenly, at the cut-off, meander,
Choicemade, in-to this room with one exit only:
Letting someone else (not I, I aside) stand
Within the doorway (hingeshadow paints his back)

Hands
Clasp
Oneanother
Kisses
Contact

And I: laughingboy
You: unhappy with your choice (was it really yours?)
Browkist, Nuzzlecheek
Might've been happier had you sat
Next to the young gentleman in the green shirt.

But then again, perhaps
Not. I didn't come here to play that game
After all. See you to-morrow?

To-morrow, waiting eye.

Angel.

In those days, we were coffered
With memories, like snowflakes
That drove in from out of town
Floraling out of clouds
Drifted, floated down and
Veiled our minds with passion.

Gazing at our frozen feet,
Murmured softly, said we had
No need for sneakers -
Samewise, wanted no shoelaces
Except to tie our shirtsleeves
Up so we could show off
The spiderwebs on our wrists
And our pointy, jointy elbows.

Cowering, crawling crassly beneath
Trees which long ago had lost
What foliage they once boasted
Of green, sunny days, now
Supplanted with an icy winter blaze
Moments pass; we are:
Camp-making between snow
Drifts in and out and in, making
Igloos out of turtleskins.

Treebranch snapping sounds
Like sapping on a winter day
Dulled by walls within which
We (shiverback and I) alone
Mimic arbors outside, our shoulders
Turn aside, the skin splits
Leaving gaping, gurgling
Gasping chasms.

Sinew, muscle, blood and bone
Wanfeather down and up again,
Shiverback looses her wings
And I mine: holding hands
We fly away from winter.