Poems and Lovelorn Thoughts, Vol. VII

Music Boxes

If the clocks stopped cold

In the middle of a minute —

If the clouds got stuck,

Like a music box —

Repeat, revise, revolve, repeat —

Would it feel any different,

Seeing you,

Than it would

Without?

And

If the clocks stop cold

In the middle of a minute —

If the clouds get stuck,

Like a music box —

Repeat, revise, revolve, repeat —

Will we know, will we know,

Will we know

How to name the change?

Or

Will our hearts stop cold

In the middle of a minute —

Will our voices get stuck,

Like a music box —

Tangled, mumbled, pained, afraid —

Would we feel, would we feel,

Would we feel,

Everything We Are?

Happier

I walked to town alone today,

Sang when they weren’t listening —

Mapped my day as it flew,

Wrote down all I knew,

And swore I’d make a Something

Of myself.

I walked to town alone, again,

Sang when they weren’t listening —

Embraced the shades of every sky,

And kissed the darling clouds good night,

Because my heart felt right — survived —

In days of Peace and Turbulence

Alike.

Maybe all it takes

Is a little Time.

Something to Consider

This

Is like

The Difference

Between

Yes

And

Maybe.

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