Do you know?

You are my day and my night, 

You are my bread and my wine,

You are my anthem and my silence,

You are my dreams and my reality,

You are my magnificence and my poverty,

How? How can you be all these things to me?

Your slightest touch raises my flesh,

Your smile overwhelms my soul with joy,

Your whispers ring from a thousand towers,

Your glance sends my heart racing

How? How can you do all these things to me?

Your absence is my prison,

Your memory is my magic carpet,

Your words are my chronicle,

Your movements are my dance

How? How can you?

Do you know you are my love?

It's late...

It’s late on a Friday night, had a few shots of Jack – more than I should have, but enough to let the words flow more freely. Not sure what I want to say, where the words should lead… Ramble on… feelin old – not ready to die “old”, maybe just tired – but a tired that sleep can’t fix. Wanna close my eyes for a night er a day er longer, wanna have my body wake with no aches, no pains… wanna have my mind be clear, no questions, no maybes, no what ifs… wanna have my heart in tune with the now, not the yesterdays of months and years gone by – pains n questions n lost loves – yet they are what made me what I am, I am nothing without them. Yet who am I? Where am I going?