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.