My Old Friend My Old Lover I've Given Up Trying To Figure Out Who We Are To Each Other

The skies I fly are crimson red tonight Sailors below me prepare for tomorrow And as I reach the clouds I wonder what colors you are seeing.

I spend hours soaring through the airwaves Hoping to spot you somewhere But your wings have gotten heavy lately And you are drifting lower these days.

So I search beneath the white wisps To find you standing on the ground On the rocks where I first saw you In the twilight hours of an April day.

You look out into the ocean The waves are crashing after a storm You tell me that the sea is endless And you wish your faith could be that way too.

Upon the shoulders I kiss lightly You carry the weight of past concerns Still you confide in me Worries of your angel wings falling.

You cry out why would I love you If your feathers hit the ground If your eyes were to stop glowing And you could not fly with me again?

I pluck a white feather from my own wings Blowing it out to sea I assure you You do not have to be an angel To be able to touch the red in the sky.

I take out two more of my feathers Tucking them neatly behind your ears The ends weave their way into your head My love with you wherever you go.

Let's not tarnish the sky By throwing money at space races While children who wish upon stars Are starving to death in streets While workers are catching the plague Earning a wage that isn't living Just to pay for your contest

Let's not tarnish the sky Please don't tarnish the sky Leave the stars to those who need them Please just let the stars remain

You come into the room Hair damp and spiked From the bathwater The towel around you Such a stark white In contrast to the ink That covers your body

You look at me with Those fierce, devouring Spanish eyes, te amo I did not believe until Now but you are my love Here, at first sight Keep me in this room With our paint and canvas Who is the artist and Who is the muse?

I forget myself as We ride through nights That never really end The moon ever brighter Warning us to stop We do not listen

Be done, untouch me I knew I would end up In your bed again, Again with your radiance Your harsh light Your brilliant mind That races ever forward With no finish line

I vanished and you Still search for me Your low voice like a Home, like a tempting Warmth, maybe it is The memories you want

You are the active Volcano I build a house Upon, and you erupted And we were burned away Ending the way we Began, so suddenly En ardiente deseo Nothing more than fire

When he visits me He holds me so close So tightly to him I feel brittle As he squeezes The air from my lungs And says love In an almost Forbidden type of way

He speaks in parables In similes and metaphors Because the words Are unspeakable His eyes are sharp And mine are sharper And he holds My hand gently but He wears rings

So he comes to me At night, always night All night with him And his trembling Radiating body We run and run Running off energy That cannot be Touched or mentioned

In sleep he comes to me Finally, a release Our craving manifests His fingers are bare Promising to come for me To come back to me Night after night I dodge his words He made promises That were not for me

And in the morning In foggy waking He is not at my side He did not come back And he calls me to say He really is leaving But he is not coming Home, here to me But building a new one Close by with her

November was made for The dying, Vanity finally blown Away, exposing the Forests and meadows, Stripping them Down to their stems With no pretty little Leaf to entice anyone

Only the colder winds Shake these branches, The snapping Sticks laying helpless As they are crushed Under boots, breaking Beneath abandonment, The smell of their Decay a kind of comfort

This goodbye is so long A blessing and a curse You said, though It feels like neither

It might end too soon A downpour that comes Suddenly, leaving Abruptly, sun shining

For now it is a drizzle That comes and goes Throughout the day, I am overcast, I am gray

My love for you is not Always declarations and Milestone celebrations Or flowery similes Of the moon and the stars And what lies beyond death

More often it is you Laughing across the room Because the cat farted And I am enduring it Because I want to cuddle Even though she smells

The house spider in my window Is resting for the winter It is her second year here She might not make it to spring She is thin and fragile now I will watch to see if she revives From her gentle hibernation What an impact she has had on me No creature is undeserving of love And I have had so much to give

I've missed you Did you know? I am shy to say so Exposed, unguarded I confess I've been longing

I was a lake And you were drought Or the absence Of you was the dry Cracking of soil When I needed water

So you are my rain My dear, my love Caution swept away Kissing in the Flooding streets, I couldn't care

But to tell you so, I've been afraid Foolhardy, but hear Me tell you again I've missed you So you know

Winter comes to me As an old familiar friend Wrapping me up in its Dark nostalgia Its shadow arms holding Me gently in the day

Grey skies merge into White covered earth The blending of light Colors suddenly Fading into an Afternoon blackness

The cold is my comfort Its wind is a weathered Hand's gentle graze Slowly feeling my face Like winter is remembering What I feel like too