Illogical Paradox

The night air flapping in the breeze,
The stars a quilt upon the sky
The jazz that flips and flows with ease
Your words, like careless sparrows, fly

You toss them lightly, one by one:
A glowing light, a shining sun
A ladybug, a butterfly
A symphony, a lullaby.

But I’m attentive and alert,
And much more kind than you deserve
Your glance alone is worth the hurt;
I’m here to listen and to serve.

Your music takes my breath away
And brings me close to you at last
But now night flees to welcome day;
My love is fading, fading fast.

The music sings on broken strings;
A trumpet’s voice cries to the skies
The final note is struck and rings,
And wavers gently as it dies.

[This is from quite a while ago]

Did I steal away your light?
Encroach upon your galaxy?
The universe has room for two
But not when they are you and me
So suddenly, it’s you I see,
But you are lightyears far away
Those words you said, I could not hear
And I’m not sure I want you near.

Your anger needs its own domain;
A fifth dimensions for your tears
A sixth for love that no one needs
A seventh for your misplaced fears
And twenty more for all that’s left
Torn up and hurt, but still immense
Your soul, still searching for a cure,
An elixir to make you pure.

I’m much too feeble to protest
I’ll stay here, rooted into place,
Your wish forever my command,
My knowledge burning holes in space.
I’ll stay away, away from you,
For you are space and I am time;
This three-dimensioned galaxy
Does not have room for you and me.

I wrote this ages ago and then forgot about it. I was cleaning out my flash drive and found it…so here it is.

My mind tells itself to think of something
You might ever want to hear,
Yet fails to heed its own advice
And leaves me speechless, dumb and mute

My eyes must seem too searching
And my hands, too quick to reassure
Do my fingertips betray me?
Or does my quiet voice give me away?

You, in a crowd, the golden child
I see you there from miles away
Your eyes, your lips, your hands, your eyes again;
It’s true I have an eagle’s sight

You, in a crowd, the lonely child
So many strive to breathe for you
You’ve had so many ghosts and memories
Yet only I have ever known your truth.

yesterday the universe devoured
a blaze of life
the rhythm of translucent questions
never decays for me
go home, ghost

time is never sacred but
eternity lingers
in morning’s embrace
clouds like liquid
sky of porcelain
a secret died that day

A stillness settles in the town
The world is gray and drab and smooth
No chains are here to hold me down,
And yet today I cannot move.

But this must end and this must go
Withdraw I will and move I must
For clearly this is nothing but
A deathly case of wanderlust.

I walk alone amid a crowd
Of people I know nothing of
You fill your lives with happiness
But me, I search for broken love.

So have your cookie-cutter houses
Empty books and plastic rings
Someday maybe I’ll be brave
And judge my life by lifeless things.

You act so sure, but I cannot
I cannot bear to see, it seems,
The sad and pretty landscape of
Your shyly hopeful, shattered dreams.

I’d love to stay right here with you
But I must tell you, I cannot
For truth is, darling, I have caught
A deathly case of wanderlust.