slumber

and I pray my love
to angels above
as you sleep this
night till dawn's early light,
for peace and smiles,
and warmth for miles,
from me to you and
yours to mine,

I'll sing a song
and before long,
asleep, your head
on my chest...
and if time would stop,
this moment I'll keep.

to hold you
tor a minute more...

i N u

I love how you see
the good things behind this broken shell
and how you keep telling me
it'll be alright
when I keep saying it isn't and it is,
most times, but you make me strong,
so I can make you strong,
and you push and prod me along,
I do the same,
and we stumble and trip
as we tread along the tracks,
not knowing where it is we're going.
And I love that we know what we want
and what to do and still fumble about it
and we fall and we fall
and we pick ourselves up
but there's still a mess
and you're here and that's good,
I wouldn't change that if I could,
the you being here part,
but the mess oh in a heartbeat I would.
I love...

obliviousity

Sometimes I don't have a clue,
or simply lose myself in being
completely oblivious.

What's real is us,
hanging by a thread.

dec 31 1991