It’s dark outside.
So take me inside and underground.
Show me something new.
The world’s full of the riches that we are all fighting for.
I can’t wait to see them.
Show me the underground lights.
I have never been.
Take my hand and show me something I’ve never seen.
Warm me up in this cold bed,
But keep the table lamp on.
I want to see your face in the pale light reflected on the wall.
And ever since that melody when I realized my jazz.
I saw and felt all that I wanted to see and breathe.
And it was the expression of my heart.
Harmonic freedom,
But I could see it when I closed my eyes.
It came in chaos and in peace.
Noise.
Animation.
Nonsense.
Cities.
Dirty electricity.
Fog and fire places.
Bricks And Castles.
Pleasing acceleration.
When all is right.
Lights.
Night.
Stars.
Steering wheels and my foot on the pedal that never let go.
Before the sun begins to sleep.
Early morning, and the reverb, and ever increasing volume and the smooth fall from space.
Space shuttles.
Moons and planets.
Sometimes you have to forget to remember.
And everytime I hear this jazz, my love.
When I intake these scents!
And I close my eyes and see the lights of the city from my balcony of my skyscraper apartment.
I look up to see the sky. A silent mirror. The stars a reflection of the lights below them.
Brilliance sweetie, brilliance.
And I could settle for a street lamp.
But I never thought to see this accompanied.
I always wished for presence.
But could never find one.
And I think, I’d love to go there, and I will not go alone.
I love you and you will come with me//
Sleep in love.jazz.harmony we will.
Harmony. I’ve heard that word all my life but today I realized what it means.
And I could fill these pages up with words of your description.
They would speak of the beauty you possess,
Gleaming from your mouth, your eyes.
And I could sit here on this Pasadena hill with you and look upon the city lights,
while we indulge in the jazz inspired melodies that play through the night.
There’s something quite warm about this summer night… and sweetie, it’s not the weather.
And since honesty seems to be the tone I cannot lie of how you’ve taken me by surprise.
I could stare into your eyes and not look away until you do.
I still wouldn’t though.
You absolutely amaze me.
Simply, because I don’t have to say a word to know that you know.
With a quick steal of your stare, I know that you know.
With the way you hate to say goodbye.
And I feel like I’m cheating.
Looking ahead a bit.
Glancing over the cliffside.
I can see your grace. Your absolute presence.
And I’m simply lucky to see how much beauty one person can have.
It’s almost as beautiful to watch.
And that smile never dies. That smile is contagious.
And I crumbled under “Reason and rational.”
But things should be dealt without logic.
For logic provides questions but hearts provide answers.
And I apologize for kick starting the whirlwind.
I never meant to confuse.
This King of Hearts was simply frightened.
Could I provide?
But what would you do if you found a golden egg?
…away from its mother?
You’d do everything to make sure it got home safely.
But I am your home.
And it doesn’t matter how fast it took you…
Just how you got home.
Safe and sound. Safe and sound.
Words are simply words.
Response is everything.
Trust your protection. Trust in the absence of all doubt.
Trust that I am present.
You see, they’re always going to find ways to keep us down.
As if we must put on some show to all those who’d rather see us frown.
It’s us against the world.
You are safe in these hands and…
And I could lay here and listen to it for hours as it blows on the outside.
It’s the clearest it’s been in months.
You can see the dark blue hue sleeping across the top of the mountain.
The bold horizon of the city.
I know that you don’t miss it but the wind has just reached me.
I would’ve stolen it if I could’ve.
It’s great to hear the things that don’t matter being tossed around the streets.
Getting knocked over.
Reminders of all that does matter to me.
Remember the new outlook to kill the darkest of days?
And the beauty you couldn’t help but see in everything?
It’s a challenge to even come up with words to imitate such life and motion.
Well, you can’t remember because it was all inside of me… and still is.
Only I think one can relate.
I must’ve missed the day from when the banana’s turned ripe,
and this windy night,
and fell in love.
As the rain falls off the edges of the lamp posts,
the leaves right under twirl in a dance with the wind.
And the trees wave at me as if to calm.
And as these tear drops lightly shower my windshield I know that everything’s okay.
That it will all be okay.
My lights are mirrored in the streets.
And as it all moves together I am reminded of something bigger than me.
Bigger than all of us.
A movement.
Motion.
And darling it’s quite humbling.
Farther back, it looks.
What a perspective.
The lights are little raindrops of life on a desert city of death.
Our city: buildings planted into our hills like sticks in dirt.
But they’re so alive.
They dance to a beat//
The beat here ticks a little faster.
The clocks are pushed ahead,
their hands tied up in the future.
Each light has a tale, an owner, a fight.
One day I’ll have one
And it will shine bright.
Fight.Care.Save.Live.Breathe.
I move with my own tune, tempo, rhythm.
It’s a little slower,
but I swear it sees more.
Stop to think.
Stop to breathe.
Stop to smell, and taste and see,
All that we are surrounded by.
All the beauty in the world.
I wish for you to take it from the outside.
Look in.
I see peace and positivity.
And hurt and pain.
Hate and evil.
Dead and alive.
Love.
And all the people searching for it.
We are all the same people looking for the all same thing.
As I move closer to this ocean I see you.
Standing there, cold and winded.
If only you would have stopped to breathe before.
Stopped to see what you had been missing.
“If only” is too late but now is forever.
Speak of this to the others.
There’s a long way to go before they realize the lights
and the buildings and cities are nothing more than…
How do you put a face on love?
Don’t lie. We all do it.
We can’t live if our mustard isn’t as yellow as sunflowers
or if our bread isn’t as white as snow.
Why is it so natural to want something so pretty yet reject all that is ugly?
But of course, beauty is different to all of us.
But almost all of us hate the thought of ugly in our lives.
Well, you’re beautiful. All of you.
Just for being who you are.
That’s beautiful and that’s love.
Don’t put a face on it.
There’s no such thing.
I look around. I see so much history.
So much time. So many years past.
That’s my family.
So many experiences. So many places been.
For some it’s all winding down.
You can tell by the wrinkles on their faces.
For others its just beginning.
For me, well that’s still unknown.
So many stories to tell. So many songs sung.
Maybe too many.
But as chaotic as it might look it is all good.
They’re all good.
So tap your feet grandpa. Drink your beer dad.
Play the guitar and dance the night away.
The one thing about all these years of life and living is the clock on my grandmother’s wall.
The same clock that has hung there for years and years ticks away.
Breathe. It’s beautiful as it falls.
As we stand here, the rain covers us like a blanket full of life.
Every tingle from every drop a reminder of how alive we are.
It’s so soft as it falls.
Let it pour. We’re soaked.
“My favorite’s when it hits the water,” she says.
Let’s get back in the car.
“But it’s so pretty, don’t leave. It’s like it washes us away. The lies. The trouble. We get washed clean. We get exposed. When you’re this wet you can see right inside of me. I can’t run or hide. Niether can you. I see your fears. Your wants. I see your needs. More than in just your eyes. Look.”
As the sun comes out, it feels like dawn all over again.
The water stops. It’s pretty.
It smells clean. New.
You can see for miles. The fog moves. The clouds race.
It’s beautiful isn’t it?
“It is,” she says.
It’s foggy outside.
Misty. You can feel it.
It’s beautiful. I hope it rains.
I hope it pours.
There is such a still calm.
Like a boat docked at bay
Or like sleeping with your love.
It feels as if the world can stop and breathe.
Wouldn’t that be nice?
We need more days like this.
They sure don’t come around often.
Hey, sweetie. Come to bed.
I’m kind of cold,
And I want to tell you something.