I get so scared sometimes
feel the world caving in
all this energy I cannot contain
wants only to remind.
There’s a crescendo
just ahead,
has all the makings
of a quiet climb.
For isn’t our nature
to wish precision
to know our future
without revision.
I can feel the world
crumbling around me,
I haven’t a solution
All of this speculation.
I want to go home,
wish only to be alone.
I seek recognition
I want
It’s scary to think about
Our lives tied
Each energy holds truth
Falling together
… and everyone rolls
One side Two
Another
Standing posture
Stay resolute
Why How
because.
I scream
He bleeds
I am sorrow
She is rage.
I watched the moon rise last night
the sky screaming spectacular
couldn’t feel a thing tonight
just wanted her near me in the clear.
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I felt the pangs of loss in the sky
owls lauding in a preserve in song.
I knew the sound would ask me why
what had I done, where might I belong.
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I couldn’t help but want to cry again
wishing only that I might be wrong
If every moment I’d felt had begun
a new mantra, a settling soul in song.
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These quiet moments under the moon,
would be lost in the shadows too soon.
If I could connect with the world
this is what I might want, say
for there is another plane could
overcome the same, achieving why.
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Is it true we think the same, just more
in our own heads we play a flute
has resonate sound, a pretty melody.
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We want to feel the same both you and me
We want to feel the same, without a question why
We want to feel the same.
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One earth, one state of mind we share
we ought to come together – if we will.
Finding distant highways draw us near
If we could wander, freedom is the thrill.
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We want to feel the same
We want the world to follow our lead
or find their own.
We want to feel the same.
I woke to a still life sky
The minutes slow to a crawl
My mind wanders
Same outpost
Always landing nearby her memory
In the middle of the night
Eyes still wonder
Can she possibly believe
In this still night air
Still wishing to breathe
Life into what we once were
Thursday nights I miss her tears
I miss the way she held my fears
Thursday night I miss her tears
I miss the way she held my fears
I wanna hold you in my arms tonight
I want to kiss you far into the night
Thursday night I miss her tears
Let me kiss you far beyond your fears
It’s the way we could’ve been
Just the way we could’ve been
Thursday night I miss her tears
Thursday nights please hold my fears
just the way we could’ve been
just the way we could’ve been
it’s the way we could’ve been.
If only tonight were enough
if a realization would give peace.
This outcome treats me rough,
a quiet departure, her silent release.
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If only I could know today,
how I let elegance drift away
If only I could know today.
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I was walking with her the other day
just the other day, now suddenly
this quiet void, she has gone away.
No love so able with her so openly.
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Sweet is her elegance show me the way
If only now we might, Oh sweet elegance.
© aquietwalk
I was told
oh so bold
her words would move me
I had somewhere to be,
yet alone
this unknown
semblance of finality
the winds so symbolically,
played outside my windows
shaking the pains in its throes
my bird feeder ready to sail if the nail gives
tossed back and forth only time forgives.
I listened in awe
each whistle like a saw
cutting through the afternoon air
without hesitation, a constant tear.
I listened to the winds, the changing winds
I listened to the winds, her changing winds.
© aquietwalk 4/2022
When words would rather escape me
I cannot breathe, I just wish to be free.
Paint a vibrant canvas with pleasure
that moment when a heart is a picture.
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If I could stay in that quiet respite
would then fear were my outfit.
To swell itself around my state of mind,
to always catch me, where love unwind.
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I held her in my arms one winter day
I knew in that breath this was a way
to give back, to feel her soft gasp
listening I could within my grasp.
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I wanted only to hold her pain,
the words alone wouldn’t explain.
© aquietwalk 4/2022
I reach incorrectly
step aside
and watch the film develop
inside my head
in my dreams where I yearn
to be always
figure out the scene.
Such is the mystique
of forever winding the rope.
© aquietwalk 4/2022
Paper and a pen 