For But a Moment

Originally written May 10, 2007 at 3AM while trying to fall asleep.

I gaze up into the vast expanse that is the night sky.
And for just a moment my mind stops.
No more questions about what or how.
Things just are.
The stars are just perfectly aligned.
Like your body next to mine.
For but a moment the cold has no control over my body.
The only chill I feel is the one down my spine as we snuggle closer, our hands laced tightly, my head upon your chest.
For but a moment the sounds of the busy city fade away.
Leaving only the crickets to mourn the coming of the day.
Every breath is intensified, the sweet cadence of our hearts such a soft lullaby.
For but a moment a shooting star streaks across the open sky.
Leaving in its path a shared moment that will stay forever vivid in our hearts.
Taking with it our wish for a perfect world.
And for but a moment, it is.
Just you and I.
In a place where we can hide together.
Just you and I...
     ...forever.

It hurts to be a dreamer.

Originally written May 3, 2007

Sometimes it hurts to be a dreamer.
Always seeing, imagining, dreaming...
     -for things that just may never be.

Hoping, aching, pleading...
     -for reveries to take tangible form.

As time goes on it takes its toll...

Eventually fantasy reverts to nightmare and I begin to dread,
     -the happiness that surrounds me while I sleep.
     -being torn from it all when I wake.

Life grows so hard to endure,
when you're just so unsure.

Am I just setting myself up to fall?
Wishing for things that aren't real and standing on a ledge that's much too tall...
     ...for me?

Listen, Watch, Imagine, Stop

Originally written March 9, 2007

Listen...
...as the cool wind whispers through the leaves.
...as the children nearby laugh with glee.
...as your heart beats to the world around you, one in the same.

Watch...
...as the dainty songbirds flit from tree to tree.
...as the flowers are visited by the bees.
...as your tension drains away, your mind filling with a deep calm.

Imagine...
...a world with no beauty created by a higher power.
...a place where happiness is just a myth.
...that you are granted no freedom, you are nothing but a slave.

Stop...
...to take in and admire the little things.
...to help those who are in need.
...almost doing and just act.