When dreams and pursuits, and efforts and attempts fail, fall and fade
Do the thoughts of a second coming plague an already restless night?
Passing between, through and past the lines,
Of your defenses.
Crashing, crushing and bowling over.
Any chance of success with what’s now.
Leaving guesswork in it’s stead.
Can you feel blue,
Or is your palette only red?
Is what’s on your mind
What’s really in my head?
It’s a furrowed brow,
Bubbling over, knowing want.
Beseeching those curves and colors
To pass closer in my orbit.
To create a timeless dance, not performed by universal marionettes,
with painted smiles, struggling against movements from cosmic strings.
So a chance to dream of a dance unscripted.
A smile made,
And a heart lifted.