We're intense when we
look into some sky that
is off somewhere, someplace,
that's placed in dreams left
like records waiting for
us to return.
The elegant touch of needle
to vinyl grabs. It makes
your eyes roll with clouds
of some tomorrow lover's
sunrise.
Do you hear it? The music
of life ringing in our ears.
The sinuous vibrato of the
sun painting our faces with
long lines of shadow.
There are pictures outside
that need to be taken. You
have kept the tigers away
long enough - you have given
away more than you should.
Life bleeds. It will, and
always has. Past love is born
and of us forever. It is every
piece of us, every thread, but
it isn't our forever tomorrow.
When the clouds roll by,
they drift through our
eyes. I see you like
never before - old, young,
in love, with life worth
loving. I see you.
