The Midnight of Our Souls

There are these
moments, when we
breathe so easily,
and, oh, what
moments they are
to us.

We need to inhale,
inhale slowly. We're
always taking such
short gasps, so
short, so much so
that they leave
us dizzy.

We spin and we
reel in the
deepest recesses
of our minds, of
our fast beating
ignorant hearts
that we too easily
ignore and follow.

Come up from that
place that has crept
over us, that place
that makes it hard
to see yourself
and what is around
you.

Soon enough it will
be cold outside, it
will chase us again -
away, away from
everything is never away.

It's nearer and never
away, this day, these
dreams that paint, that
paint this midnight, the
midnight of our souls.

Holding You

It is painting
my heart to the
tiger, to the
beautiful meaning.

Sun glows and our
faces, so full,
lighten - we smile.

I'm holding you, my
lips on your shoulder,
my heart in you.

You are love
I want to hold
so close...
to almost...
stop my next breath

My soul lives. And in
us, and next to you, I
know life, love, and
you.