May the fourth be with you
And also with you
Lift your eyes up
We lift our eyes to the light side
I’ll wait for days in the woods
If you tell me to
Hope is a fickle thing
When it comes to love
We don’t hold much faith
It will work out well, even
Though we hold the cards
Yet we buy lottery tickets
Just to dream for the
Impossibility of wealth
And all the things big
ol’ piles of money solve
Lit the candles
Tonight
For the first time
Without you here
To tell me
Everything
Will be okay
Always had a habit of goin’ round my ass to get to my elbow when it came to women
Silence is the worst
Pain, a close second
The valley exploded in a flurry of furious sound, heat and light.
My worst
yet best
days
have been
just sitting here
thinking up pithy
things to
say
then
the dog
hops on the bed
and says
you are not
a ghost
yet
You’ll have to find out for yourself, but not today.
The third Thursday in June
a decade back and you
walked into the dive like
you owned the joint
Of all the ladies I’ve led
no one ever clung to
me as if I was the last
safe harbor in a storm
Ten years of broke hearts
trying to find purpose
amongst ruinous pasts
and we finally asked if
When we danced that
soul-shattering first blues
did we somehow sense
how destined we were
Oh I don’t yet trust it not to give
every time I take a step I tense
waiting for a dreadful snap again
Naked is one thing, baring a soul is another.
I love you
Repeat it over and over
I love you
if we’re willing to bleed for each other, we owe it to each other to live, while we can
Haven’t danced in months
Don’t trust the body to
Remember how to move
The way it used to
Write something sad and slow
As we lay in hazy light, so low
Whisper soft, never let me go
A horn blared in the distance, signaling the end of the day’s activities as the suns set. Once the last note dropped into the wind, Weaver clasped his hands together. “That’s a perfect place to call it a for tonight.”
I…
I wanted to be further along,
and I think so did she.
But I guess,
when it came down to it,
I’m still so scared
she’ll leave.
Or it’s a lie.
Because if it’s real,
then I don’t know
how
I got this lucky.
I’m afraid
to lose it.
I’m okay.
You’re okay.
We worked it out.
You cry out for me in your dreams sometimes
Looking for meaning in a hopeless moment
Stuck in a past day, the worst possible way
You don’t wake, but I tell you it’ll be okay
Don’t beat us at our own game, change the rules.
Tell me we’ll be okay and I’ll believe
Whisper in my ear and I’ll breathe
Stand up to assholes, don’t become one.