though the ice looked thick it cracked with the slightest pressure like words spoken to a new lover whose broken heart hasn’t healed revealing an old memory’s icy anger
hold onto these moments when you are together the future is uncertain and unpromised you needn’t waste time on life’s trivia even when the world swears it’s important nothing can replace love so nothing should deter it
it may be hard to believe but there are some people who live life without windows to their hearts never seeing love or beauty living in the solitude of fear
the old man’s smile has not changed over the years tho it comes less often now he spends his days repairing an old boat that surely will never sail again nor will he ever be able to handle her at sea yet he continues to love as only lovers could understand for though what is remembered can never be as it was before the love has not changed and he still remembers
when we don’t fit in we’re seen as having problems convinced to believe that there’s a cure for different so we pursue an array of promissory treatments all pavlovian designed to make us conform to society’s cast of what our life should be so sameness is rewarded but being different’s punished love will be withheld confirming there’s something wrong thus posing questions of one’s sanity and worth but there’s really no known cure for being a unique soul in difficult times unique souls are our leaders but when fear subsides different becomes what’s feared so the only thing that’s wrong is what’s called conformity
slow shadow dancing the streets of rio where promises have died and dreams are just graffiti scrolled across a church wall a heart’s sadness plays from a mandolin while a guitar offers chords of hope both know the tune all too well how love fades and lovers lose what love they had all that is left is slow shadow dancing
one day we’ll all wake up alone we’ll hear those familiar sounds morning birds how the house seems to wake alongside us it’ll be then that our hearts sink and our eyes realize we’re in bed and truly alone
first of all
i should note
that
the cat
never seemed
to
trust me
so
when i would bring
my old friend home
from
a concert
for
he could
no longer drive
at night
i couldn’t help
but
note
that
as i helped my friend
to the door
i could see
eyes peering
at me
from the darkness
it was
the cat
and
the cat
would only enter
the doorway
after i
had left
the immediate area
now
i’m not a believer
in souls
and
such
but
i must admit
the cat
seemed to be
linked to
the old man’s soul
and
as evidence
one night
the cat did not
appear
days went by
and
still no cat
neighbors searched
as
did i
but still
no cat
i presume
the coyotes
finally got
the cat
a natural process
but
none the less
sad
oh
now for the evidence
without the cat
the old man
seemed to quickly fade
becoming more
dependent
upon others
as if
he’d lost
one
of his lives
the cat
never
appeared
and
the old man
disappeared
into
heaven’s ether
i
presume
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