… I might just decide to disappear,
like a folktale that doesn’t receive
I don’t really wonder about outcome,
that’s not the point actually,
that’s more the reason I just cannot
step off the ledge and fly away today.
Now do trust me conscience when I speak to you,
I will not forgive a soul that believes me,
for this is a fantasy and what better way
to create a story than allow some conflict
to raise some particular alarm.
Imagine if when the dust settled there was nothing wrong,
and the world would continue at a normal beat,
you know, listen, if you bend your ear close,
you’ll get the rhythm – it really hasn’t changed
since whenever a man and woman
discovered their seductive parts
would create more … conflict.
Yet when the ashes do finally blow away
in the wind like the old song goes,
there will be too many memories that remain,
too many moments that suggest
that purpose piece we all struggle to discover
remains a pleasant blue, an iridescent glow
that calms everyone at the end of the day.
So hug me with your words, I will stick around
to watch her grow, to see him succeed,
to share my world with you,
the challenges that give me pause.
If I could … I’ll be right by your side.
Let’s watch the sunrise together, again.