Driving the speed boat on a winter noon,
the wind messing through my hair
Almost as playful as your fingers.
So easy to lose control, of the boat, of course; and my head around you.
The sunlight dimmed by my glasses just like my wits by your charm.
You were the moon, I was the sun.
The days brought memories and the nights? Ghosts of our past.
Sadness is a good incinerator.
But it isn’t really you, I guess. It’s probably me.
Divided dreams. Forked thoughts. Parallel ideas that never meet.
I only hold on to let go.
A moment I celebrate you, in the other be disgusted.
At one instant I think of forever and in the other I want you to leave.
So easy to see, know but so difficult to feel.
I guess you’re at fault, too.
You’ve changed me in ways I cannot handle.
I do not like the things I end up doing for you.
I am not ready but I am willing. Maybe?
On divided dreams, forked thoughts and parallel ideas you reign.
You were the moon and I? The sun.
For you to shine, I had to burn.