you

the rain pours down
outside
I sit on the porch
and wonder of you

it might as well be a
million lonely miles
just the same as
next door

I don't know
where it came from
or why
I just know I want
to see it to its end

and I feel
deep inside
that this one should be
this fit seems made for me

i hope it is for you

it may be a long time
before we know for sure
be patient,heart.
time is the cure.


I just remember that touch
and not wanting to leave
knowing only obligations
and not being able to feed my own need

I cannot tell you
how special I felt
just being held in those eyes
I don't know why
it just feels right

sing to me again
troubadour
something inside you
touches something in me

I wish on the hidden stars
someday we'll both get to see

sing away

not quite there

I am not enough as I am
I am too much
or too little
I can't say which

I don't get it
I guess I never did
sometimes the chasm
is too threatening
to try to breach

We're birds of a
feather
we don't want the
pain
again
but we know
something's missing

And the heart
moves out to
whatever will
reach first
even if it is the
wrong path

you wear that
thing
like a shield
Me, I wear aloofness

we manage to
damage whatever
chance it might have
by being ever
on the defense

who will make
the first move
and will the
other respond

it can take a long
time
to break down
dense walls

I hope we
don't give up


It is easier
yes
it makes life so
much easier
to just move on
& never know
that it was the one
to fit

And I hate it

I think you do too.

is there some
small piece still
unwounded
where this little bird
might lite

is there some way
to give this love
flight

my heart says yes
my head & hand
hesitate

I hope one or both
figure it out

before it's too late