A dark cloud sits above me
It’s belly full and threat’ning
It sits in taunting wait, preparing to explode
And shatter my complacency.
I am haunted by a face
That brought this cloud upon me.
And here I would surrender
If the rain would wash me
And Cleanse my body of your memory.
I surrender!
I surrender!
But the cloud blows away
And here I stand alone
And ever haunted still.
Love is simple
Love is kind
I stand upon a promontory
To cast myself to sea
Call! Call! Call!
I sing out to the open.
Songs of myself ride on winds that carry them away
Fly across the waves to distant shores
To distant faces
To distant ears tuned to different songs
To you, if you will listen.
To that song you stand and turn
And face the calling echo
How I hoped you would call back
And join my song in harmony.
But then across the waves you race
On boat, on wing, on wind, on sea
Miles, miles til you stop
One inch before my face.
Mirrored expressions sit before me
Reflecting back
What I see
What I believe
What I value
What I hear
What I know
The mirror glass holds my attention for a time
And what I see is expected.
My hand raises, your hand raises
My yawns are matched for effect.
While occasional movements are out of line
Their intention remains anticipated.
On a day I woke and turned
To face my mirror glass beauty
A new visage that day appeared
Discordant with my song.
Putting down the glass I recognize your beauty
And your voice is raised to match my familiar song
But your voice is out of tune
Your music does not match in harmony.
Hear my voice and match my key!
Why don’t you know the song?
Have you not heard?
Have you not listened?
Does my song call on def ears
That wouldn’t know it’s beauty?
And now the face before me does not reflect
Any piece of myself
Or you that I have known.
What song can we sing together?
What mirror can we hope to use?
Do you hear my call still as you did that day you raced to find me
Standing on a promontory?
I look in eyes, a stranger’s eyes, as love wells up within them
And I am the stranger who fails to see
While I would listen you would look
And I could not recognize what you saw
With my voice a softer tenor, if I let your words infuse
Newer thoughts and fresher images
Blossom in the space that lies between us
Not part of you
Not part of me
Hanging like a pendulum in that air that separates us.
I can hear our song together
And bolder still I hear the first
That love is simple
Love is kind.
Love is simple.
Love is kind.
Life In Hyperbole 