There’s something this November that flies around the air.
It’s this peace and color that brightens more with every new sun.
And at night it illuminates our faces just enough.
The cold this year likes to tease but we still keep warm.
And our arms stay linked and connect at the bottom at our fingertips
As our heads rest on one another’s with an easing calm, for comfort.
I don’t see this often.
I’ve no desire to take it for granted.
That way I can feel it brand new each time.
Ask me anything you’d like.
Never say sorry.
The world was never so simple for the neighbors down the street.
2+2=4 here.
Not there.
It can be split into twisted segments never thought possible.
And the psychiatrist could’ve never expected what her ears were about to listen to.
She was only trying to help.
Your father hates you.
He only hates himself.
For others, complaints don’t resonate within.
Life is accepted.
I’m sorry I cannot describe this with colors and detail
For beauty has been seized from her.
Beauty is always seized in yellow light
But she has found some of her own.
It’s never shed in tears.
Her eyes stare blank at the hand.
A hand that has been held and helped but understands.
But with no help from anyone, anything, she’s now made it on her own.
I’m telling you.
She found some of her own.
It glows on her face.
Goodbye, my dear.
Through the straight,
with the unknown.
A solitary drive along speedy paths that intertwine throughout our city like guided railways that lead to you.
A night filled with stars and incandescent satellites.
They hang from our ceiling in a mobile that spins and spins around us.
Off to the place where we first made contact.
A wave and smile transmitted in morse with our eyelids.
You’re too beautiful for this.
You should be kept a secret.
You see, it never went away.
We’re just waiting for winter.
We’re only a few months away.
A grey cloud up above.
A soft landing on your couch.
An intelligence that is brought out.
The break never felt so good without the work.
The music fills up the empty spots in between the stars.
And the film grains look sharper and become beautiful.
The ice cream tastes colder/The chocolate stays warmer
And every little corner has not been left out.
A light for all. A kiss for all.
I was standing on the balcony of the last floor of this 100 story high rise.
Drink in one hand, cigarette in the other.
Our eyes were gleaming at the vision in front of us.
The town below us.
The distance, almost endless.
You could see for miles.
We were at a party for one of the locals.
Mingling with others.
I was discussing with a friend about how my beer must have been the best tasting beer I had ever had.
He looked at me and laughed.
“It’s pretty good, I must admit,” he responded.
And suddenly, I was bumped into from behind.
My slightly numb hands released the bottle into a freefall over the railing.
We looked as the bottle, holding the great beer, begin a trip of sure catastrophe.
As it sunk the seconds passed along like minutes while the bottle flipped and spilled.
It was helpless and we were only worried for the people below.
We looked up and took one last glance over the horizon,
We stared once more into each others faces.
We looked down when my precious glass bottle,
Premature of a finished drink,
Shattered into a million pieces onto the concrete pavement below.
No one was hurt.
It was all alone.
Here we go.
3 AM nights for the race.
Heart.
I better not get too far ahead here.
Any worry though?
Is there?
Nothing has been warranted yet.
The silence stays still.
Continuous in its motion.
But here comes the brilliance.
A step up.
Just a calming route.
Could you ever know?
That this sound could feature life.
As the night Christmas drive continues we are living in beauty.
You see those lights in the background?
Gorgeous.
When nothing matters.
You can forget the rest but you can see why.
Brilliance. Smile. Gorgeous.
Up ahead.
The blaring lights and sounds.
There must be an accident.
Surely.
As speeders put weight on their brakes
As warned by apple red lights
The glimmer of hope arises within them.
Exit to the right.
Exit to the right.
We continue on somehow.
Through the creeping cars full of creeps themselves.
Surely with all this traffic and emergency something horrifying must have happened.
Merge.
Merge!
Merge our sick minds along together!
Pass the scene. Pass the scene!
You are free to move on! But you don’t.
To the left your head is turned.
Your right foot slowly teasing your right pedal.
Blues and Reds dancing brightly with angst.
And oh how you love it!
The wreckage.
Creep on by it.
Creep.
Where am I trying to go?
Where’s the fire?
What’s the rush?
Such impatience has not shown face since the autumn of the year before ours.
My windows are down.
The wind blows through out this machine with the force of a hurricane.
And my plastic indicator feels ready to spin all the way around but something is in its way.
We are all limited.
Right?
But all is well.
This beach front street and the desert canyon road both smell the same. Cold and aided.
Isn’t it funny how we can all live in the desert,
A hill away from an ocean,
yet never find the oasis?
Oh, but we have slowed down.
It was more like water splashed in your face.
And yes, even in our valleys, we are able to witness such discolor.
How foul.
But outside these morose walls live expectations that can be met.
You can see the hue peak just above the peak.
The breath of the city is cold but aided.
The city lights glowing on our ocean and under this city sky.
I toyed with them just to see what they’d do.
The failed to police themselves.
But I can smile.
I may not become overwhelmed.
I must police myself.
And I love to see so much through this stained glass window.
More than I can ever see through yours.
Oh, lord! I must become!
More than you.
And you will never know what I feel tonight.
I want you to take a moment and capture your breath.
“This is how it’s supposed to be,” she thought.
“Why don’t you ever kiss me like that anymore,” she asked aloud.
She wore this sort of lost look in her eyes.
Now I want you to take a moment and capture your gasp.
The soft one you just took with that faint, lost look in your eyes.
“Why would he write about this?
Could he really remember?
I asked him with all I had left.”
I will never forget.
This is where the movie climaxed.
It didn’t end much longer after that.
I’ll always remember that look in your eyes as if you were grasping me
And yells and screams that seemed to float out of your beautiful mouth to ears that could no longer listen.
Safety.
For safety!
This lifeboat was out to sea.
Too far for your painful pleas.
The signs lived for months prior.
I had sailed away.
Blindfolded it seemed. Deaf to all cries.
Nothing may be salvaged or saved once it’s taken away.
And we were just on the edge of Christmas
Or so it seemed.
Possibly lost in a fairytale
Or a dream,
We woke up.
I want you to take a moment.
It’s like flipping the last page of a book you just can’t put down.
Reading that final sentence to tie up the story in a beautiful bow.
You go back to page 1 and read the first word and then back to read the last.
And you’re sad you’ve read every little piece to the puzzle you’ve just put together.
But happy you’ve flown through this incredible story you’ll never forget.