looking glass

dear friend
theres a wind that blows
sweeping through your talk
blowing up our walk

my heart once held a rhythm
quick and easy - light and loving
but the song we sang now sits in silence
barely breathing beneath blinds drawn shut

and i wonder where you go when im not here
and you wonder where i go when youre still here
and we wonder where we lost the light
and if we let the sparks slip through our knowing fingers

but for now i yearn with every casual sigh
though the petals of optimism quickly fade
passing through your stone facade
the game grows stale 'neath our varnished gaze

hush

i wake before my eyes do
to your presence at my side
your breath reassuring on my neck

   slow and even, still and steady

your strength hugs me close, even in stillness
and i struggle to make this all an imprint
in the dark behind my eyes
in the space between slumber and awake
recall your scent - it feels at once of home & heartache

before your eyes snap open
and we'll retreat again to our respective sides of
this stubborn wall that looms between us

   smooth and even, still and steady

promises

It's a sunny day - a lovely day - a perfect day amongst perfect days.  With a spring in her step and a warmth in her chest, today everyone deserves a smile. 
And she needs her again, this warm-hearted friend.  So she gives while the sun settles lower in the mist.  And he needs her again, this ever-present friend.  So she gives while her step settles for one bounce less.  And they need her again, this tired-smiling friend.  So she gives while her chin settles down into her chest.
And it's nighttime again. And the rain beats at her windshield. And the wind beats at her hair. And her heart beats a song that crescendos into the silent night. It swells, sustains, withers, falls. With all those to care for, who will care for me? The streetlights speak their monotonous reply - yellow... red... green... silent winks against the slick pavement.
But when she collapses into her lonely bed - tired, cold, and worn thin - she will remember... He is there for her. He will care for her. He will love her, rise the sun for her, coax a smile for her, warm her heart for her. She will remember Him and remember how to smile again.

heartsong

whistles sing in alternating frequencies
hauntingly discordant - resounding in melodies
strings wear thin, rhythm skips two beats
swell to pool, if never to burst