There you are, thin and striking,
A bright streak,
Momentary and wonderful
Static electricity felt everywhere
Each cell of my body
Reminding me that I’m charged,
Guilty as charged,
For opening up the Earth below,
The trees, the towers,
The peaceful church steeples
Me standing tall in a field
So much potential
But only being allowed to touch
And never stay.
How is it possible that what you are,
Is the very thing you are afraid of?
You said you were apt to bolt,
Boy you weren’t lyin’,
But what I didn’t know
You were running away from you,
More than you ran from me,
I was wired and you were tired,
Unable to prevent the angry winds,
From blowing you away.
Do those winds encircle you,
It’s a hostage situation,
Can you get away long enough,
To cure your Stockholm Syndrome?
Does pain laugh at your laughing,
Do your wounds respond to healing
Do the burdens keep you kneeling,
You keep striking at the air,
While your courage falls to the ground,
Crushing fragile flowers eager for rain.
But so close.
I almost brought you down
Almost is never enough,
But we both deserved better,
A distant roll of thunder,
A gaze in the distance of a dying storm,
A moment to feel heat,
An instant to breathe in the vapor,
A rain soaked embrace
Lingered a little longer,
Would it have killed you to give us that?
What is one to do with love,
That makes you feel like King and Queen,
When you are without a country,
Sitting on cardboard thrones?
And as the tears fall from the sky,
We watch them dissolve into nothing.
I chose to face wrathful clouds,
And I saw such beauty in the maelstrom,
And though you struck me hard,
You hardened me like glass,
And in those semi-opaque reflections,
We hold, we sip, we float,
We laugh in the shade of life,
Cool scents of vapor and green
And in the distance under blue skies,
Destruction seeks its instrument,
And though darkness beckons you home,
We tremble and feel no fear.