Discussion is overrated.

              Julia ran to Sebastian to fight for her; did she fight wholeheartedly for her love or give up nobly

                       in the face of stunning competition?

Did she hide; disguise, anguish in silence

                                   unknown to those around her who knew her so well, 

         Was her loyalty rewarded mightily?

Love is love is love after all; does him getting his desire, impede her getting hers?

Pure clear youthful bouncy skin matters where one begins or ends; time marches like stone; easier to lie down and whisper complaints into the dirt

              if she lifts you then fly, fly away, soar, looking always up

 

Whether outside or in I still have my bare knuckles and can riot all alone when called to it

           Secret heart of heart knows my way, I ain't been here before, but assurances I am due

               a great fine true one real love.

                                                            It has been written. Not yet known.

Once

I felt certain, astonishment abounds how deep power of feelings match mine

                      but

                 he left

skulking away in the darkness of deep night, with no gentle wise words whispered

     to soften the bruising blow

how I howled

   deafening loud in utter black silence

            all color drained from the world that night

 

It was deep hard work to find my way back to light but healing must be done and I'm glad for it, later I saw you open to love again, and I thought it was me, I so sought belonging

              Truth!     I am no prize; one good angle I always show the world, so go!

 

Oh my desperately desired lover, you bewitched me unfairly

           when you put us to music

Tunes so pleasing, yet full of arrows, piercing, what might have been

                                no never escape the eternal

mercy; peace; quiet... they have been robbed from me, with only crime for company

            so I steal words as irrelevant unnoticed punishment; so there

Does exquisite love stay rarified or does unanswered West Wind sand shift sights? Can masterpieces be transferable via touch? Possession is what percentage of perception? Do soft little ladies love Lisbon or is that a dangley fruit?

Cyclones demand moisture to spin; instead caught up in a dry duststorm, 

              dizzying delaying desire, sand in my eye, where oh where oh wait

 

When you finally put up a picture of a ring on her hand, 

                                                                                                  will she?

 

         End avoidance of discussions once and for all, setting free dancers summing up circles, stuck currently captured on an empty pier, as deep blue water rises and rises

I have not ever run with fallen gods

        no I have not

I do have a whole world here, a fierce and bright new sun, all aspects open towards warmth & light

             where my salvation is overdue,

                 where I paid dues to cross the Styx & earn the words I have stolen, so I can keep em that way

                            as I stand up straight and proud, close by my never abandoned truths.

You threw your hat into the air a long, long time ago

                                   It did not come back down

because I caught it; you can count on that. It got caught up with mine, so maybe I might...

           calling sweetly jangling entanglement

 

In the brightest moonlight, I ask

                                                       can we stay out tonight?