
I like to stare at my pencil
imagining what I could paint
I like to stare at my pencil
imagining what I could paint
Sometimes I know what I see
and you don’t
Do you realize
we are the only animals
with an inside
from where we look curious
to an outside
I looked up today
before I took the steps
not to pray
or to see the light
but because it was a beautiful sight
I wonder if the sky reflects in the windows
like your mood in me
~
or is it just because
i look up at you
Standing still
inside
on stairs that only go down
to a door
that you know well
from the other side
~
why do we stand still
for what we know
We are all going
our own
parallel ways
I feel safe with you
though I can’t see as far
as when alone
besides you
You can blow a lot of air
or take it all in
~
either way
this way
make sure you never choke
on the never settling dust
In reality
nature is not as beautiful
as we picture it
I am often curious in the mist
in the things I barely see
when the weather is clear
Eventually we will meet
I didn’t see what I saw
til I froze my perspective
~
I now see it
floating mit air
that I have no ground
to stand on
~
the ground is maybe there
I guess
but not as our reality
it seems
The light
is often presented
through mesmerizing walls
~
charisma dictates
a sleight of hands
the eyes away
from you
The tree’s looked good today.
I can turn up the heat
and drive you out
but I am so old
that even the noise I make
will scare you away