Mindful Tides

I see you, sunshine Singing just outside my eyes Glowing as the flames blow by Perfection through the lie I see you, stuck inside Sometimes I feel your highest tide And save it for my mind to ride Til the next day that you shine

You're sweet in the morning When I open one curtain And you yawn, recoil One eye peeking from Beneath your nest And when I see you drift I'll tear away the sheets revealing cold air The Intruding sun The mean day And that's what I see Each time you leave.

I've been loving the truth in your face It's the only look that you can't hide I've sent notes that your soul should be following For your rational mind to deny I've been sticking around for the captions The minutes you make my heart high Magazine clippings in heaven Left on the bridges to find

I'm heavy with ambition And faith that can't be more Come immerse me in your weakness The sweetness of our storm

The only way I’d say you’re flawed Is if the leaves do not fall If the winter does not come.

Talk it to rest, think it to death, drop it, pick it up, dust it off, pull it down, stretch it out, and whatever you do, don't look at it for too long. A seed will sprout whether you watch it or leave it alone. The difference is whether you starve to death, or if you're alive to see it bloom.

Close, you look like you And one step back The colors start to show But from across a room How could I've known The masterpiece you are Is even more elegant From afar

It still seeps in when I sleep. No matter how high I build these walls, no matter how much respect or understanding or ration is packed between the immense willpower and trust that cements it all together, It still seeps in.

She dismounts a bike. She unplugs her music from right to left. She swallows her gum. She avoids a puddle. She walks with purpose. She walks with a mask and a frowning angel that sits on her shoulder. She picks up some trash. She looks for a sign. She treads water in an infinite pool of mindlessness. She sees clearly but still wonders what she's missing. She feels right, and she feels wrong. She's dark like tinted glass but is as conspicuous as the sun. She locks up her bike. She drops a bottle of water. She doesn't really mind who notices. She sits in tall grass. She's empty and she's full. She waits to see which direction the wind will blow.

Even pain is pretty- fire kills to stay alive, the moon couldn't orbit without a sun, and lack creates compassion which cracks our locks open as if we were only eggshells containing runny, over-easy truth balancing delicately on a fencepost... But the wood won't scream at the flame, and moonlight rests for the beaming sun every night, it has never failed. We carry each other because we know we're soft. Once our shells are gone, we're free. It's only right to fight for who we are. We're heading that way anyway, so fuck it.

Find my love forgotten under the car seat With candy shells and bar receipts With your pocket lint and dinner mints From jeans lost in dresser drawers Find my love behind closed doors Where every piece of you that's gone Has drawn your hands to their knobs. Find my love tucked away For years stuck in scrapbooks With luck You'll find my love again one day

This is the first sleep night's wind can Visit skin like a drug-store wanderer Shoplifting solace from housewares And taking leave with no receipts This is the first breathe of humid morning Dusty box-fan breezes find us In quilt-shields protecting purpose But spring just paints promise The last miracle that graced me Were rustling sheets and shifting feet That thought, a prayer, or a chance Brought you here to the right side of my bed