February's gaze wanders ahead to
the last week of April, engraved with the
scent of lavender soap and sun-dried earth.
But, as always, these faded days
can only take him so far.
Maybe next spring.

We lusted after opulence
and immortality
while the ravens hungered
for September to douse their dwellings
in amber and burnt sienna.

My wall are covered with
Beautiful things
Dream catchers
Suns and planets
Loki and Zeus  
  The mark of Cain...
I love my
Statues of Buddha
Figures of Christ
Paintings of ships at sea
Guitars and amps
Keyboards and drums
  More than I could ever need...
Outside my windows
Lives the Trees
Sweet sounds
Of birds and bees
My aesthetic impairment
Has set me free
...........

maybe someday
we'll find each other
making wishes
and counting stars

when we lookup
watching the moon
maybe we'll see one another
with all our flaws
all our scars
all our broken promises
all our fears

maybe someday
we'll find each other
making wishes
and counting stars

i love you for who you are
there's no where else i'd rather be
than in your arms