It Will Never Be Enough (for Evey)

Confronted with this fleeting life, aware of my own mortality. 

Waves of realization overwhelm me as the future becomes absolute. 

Terror, chased away by memories of how you looked when we first met.

That first warm and gentle greeting as your eyes peered into my heart.

Once you weren’t there and then you were; now it is as though you have always been…

…near me,

… beside me,

… my solitary witness,

… my dear one, my Evey, my love.

Give me another day, another breath, another night.

It will never be enough.

Tiny Buried Star

I want you all to know
I want you all to know
That I was there and saw a face
That I was there and saw a face
I came upon a little house
I came upon a little house
And well within that little house
A tiny, buried star
A star kept cradled in a bed
And deep within that burning bed
A mote of fear
A mote of love
A brightly burning life.

A Drunk Man Sings Bob Marley

A drunk man sings Bob Marley in the street below while I enjoy a weed high and write bad poetry. A lifetime ago, there would have been tears, but now I feel so much there’s no reaction powerful enough to convey what I’m feeling. I just sit and listen and silently hope that one day the world will remember to love.