I glide, I simmer, I sink.
Such abyss endless above,
When I'm flying,
Dance upon the glimmer of sun
And water binding the moments.
That's the feeling,
The feeling when I think of you.
Molecules found excited
In the wake of your mention.
How can a moment last forever?

Sweet red heart,
Burning heat in the afternoon brimming,
You arouse the wild me within
To a place without forgiving.
Every action with intention. True blue
Bustle for active understanding.
I crave you deep and heady,
Bow bent, rain brimmed,
Beautiful storm.
You are the link of love's argument.

Somebody once told me to write from a white hot place,
And I figured it's somewhere center, and integral- a part of some core we all live to face,
But it only recently became clear that the heart isn't it, but the love that fills the space.
I have known some versions of it, but never this maddening measure...
A burn, like a fever overtaken.
I'm surrounded by questions.
Am I good enough?
Is this real?

Could I manage this beautiful storm and live to tell the tale?

This white hot place is filled full, and I am afraid of a burst before too long.

All I can do is overwhelm with the love created, and hope to not fall down

And be overtaken by the greatest gamble of my life.

Sometimes it's good to gamble...

Have, Should, Want, Hope.

I can't help but think of Girl From The North County by Bob Dylan when I think of you.
Then I can't help but think of a bit of Whitman, when he said, "You shall no longer take things at second or third hand, nor see from the eyes of the dead, nor feed on the spectres in books. You shall not look through my eyes either, nor take things from me. You shall listen to all sides, and filter them through yourself."

So far in this I've evaded all true worth of self projected. Let me see about that part now...

I have sang your anthem before.
I have bordered between a good and a bad man so many times.
I have been, and often am, lost and crying
for a signal light.

I should have taken to books.
I should have believed I was better.
I should know by now my sad, repeating patterns of inconsistent action.
I should have thought about this.

I want, well, to know what I want.
I want sound mind, soft heart.
I want to be at peace with someone through this journey.
I want to be wanted, just the like.

I hope to find answers.
I hope you're not mistaking my meaning.
I hope I'll be successful at the things I love and know.
I hope you'll love me, all the same.