Despite all the things I complain about
I must acknowledge a few tiny angels.
Ahh yes,
Among our many treasures
there are all those drawings of angels
in our closet.
Days come and go and I am sometimes unclear
sometimes I forget how far we traveled to find this place.
I prop you up
because
I am
falling.
I mend your heart
tell you things will be
fine
even though
I am not sure.
No worries about me though
I am a snowflake in the wind
a host of tiny angels
a dream that continues to circle
despite my other songs.
I don't care what you say
when you don't like me
(I say that but it's a lie)
I just want to know
we are not falling.
Stinging
everywhere
that's the tone
that slips from my lips
I can taste in on my tongue
and I entertain it way too often.
Pain is universal
isn't it?
Is that the excuse?
I swear
no matter how many times I try
to fend it all off
adversaries
those that pull at my being
relentlessly...
I fear I will give in.
You, shouldering my breath
in moments of strength
find that missing muse.
You so lovingly dust it off
causing it to perform
again
and say
no
you will not give up on dancing.
And I say...
When is the estimated time of arrival?
There is such a thing as euphoria.
Maybe we can cradle it in small doses?
You decide will you?
Can I in fact stop you?
If it qualifies as being remarkable
a journey worth the travel
lets stop all creative killers
modulate the moment so we can stop crying.
Right?
Am I?
You prop me up
because
I am
falling.
You mend my heart
tell me things will be
fine
even though
I am not sure.
No worries about us
we are snowflakes in the wind
as our dream continues to circle
despite all other songs
and tiny angels that get ignored at times.
Around the corner I saw a sign,
"Not to Worry"
and so
releasing all the things I complain about
I must appreciate
all those drawings of angels and holiness in our closet.
