Coming at your side like sweet nothings I’m in your ear hiding what I thought were feet at the ready for dancing when I felt it move like I once remembered.
Heart’s a rolling stone but love is quite a mover and she rocked us back and down, higher down, the way we pushed up on that wall of time, crushing a moment we were gifted.
Is it the sky that colours the thought that my eyes speak when you look into me? I didn’t try to hide your questions in there. We just got stuck on the tangled high wire of hearts we dared to cross on foot. No fear. Just fools. Just us.
I wore your favourite smile today. It only cost me a tear before the train arrived to put me back on track. Love races the many miles of memories behind a kiss. I had hoped to return it to her sacred place. Sometimes we hold on too long and awake to find that the dream does not always follow us into the morning. And yet the Sky remains as young and dear to me as that devil in green. Or was it blue? And I as old as the grey bearded child I always was.
Always
Soaked in mystery
Always
Loved by the Sun
Always
Kissing the wind that swerves
But never bolts
Always
Living for the ride
Always
Dying to be touched
Always
Crying to know more
Always
Reading the silence behind the words
Always
Dancing with your eyes that stir up Trouble’s waves
A love that beheaded the cyclops and the serpent
Always
Whisperings that climb the giving trees and nest where hearts are a flutter
Always desire
And must we seek it
Always
The hard floor of contemplation
A temporary port that harbours dreams of the impatient night
Low tides on the horizon
Always
New lines of order
We tip toe on reason with guilty feet
Tango of terrors
We marvel at what we are and never could be
Longings and latitudes
Always the drift
Always so near to our distance
Always
Hungry for a life with no name
Numbered and numb
Always
Awaiting
Always
For time to dance with chance
Napoleon Dozier's Dabbler's Hand 