the walk

heaven was in my hands that night. whatever HEAVEN means we looked at the Sun as it settled into the hills at the end of that busy street just for a moment, the liquidy perfection of the sky... The evening performance makes it easy for me to believe that you are who i so wish you were it lets me look into your eyes and see the purest of intentions it lets me believe you are a little boy suddenly i can dismiss everything i can forget, yes i can forget you only want to be near me and the others do too Nobody tries to break anyone else, It just happens. We put such faith in sunsets, though. we examine the beauty and then we sigh as if, maybe, in that perfect sacred moment we could fix everything... we can pretend that "moving on" is really moving on such clinging to "the simple things," is it escaping or is it true? oh a penny for my stupidity & one for your denial that's what it comes down to when i think of me and you Look! over your shoulder there's that one, that one and that one's easy to love But there's your delusion, your heart-breaker fantasy Her head's ablaze and her fists are before her... she throws her darts of poison with her sinister gentle hands i'm struck--i know she's got me i'm no better off than you.a work in progress.... Written March 28th, 2002 © on Apr 07 2002 11:35 AM PST   10 • 0