The Last Day

Composed 5/21/15
Description: Written before church that Sunday. Just some musing about endings and beginnings. A theme so prevalent at this time in my life.

(Also, haven’t posted much lately; sorry about that. I will definitely try to get back in the swing of things!)

It’s the tipping point
Where all is at peace
But yearns to fall apart
When it is the last day
You spend smiling, loving
But your mind itches
This time will never come again
Let the sun hit you
And run and try to breathe
Because the last day is holy
And shorter than it seems
Your eyes may glisten with the pain
But joy is too seldom and sweet
So enjoy
Lest you live in constant vain

Man of My Dreams

Composed 6/12/15
Description: n/a

Yours haunt like no other
I seem to always remember
The feeling, so intense, after your dreams
So real, such comfort a common theme
A heart’s sweet trick, a mind’s demise
For a night and some short morning time
You are my grasp, a warm stronghold
I could almost forget the true old cold
Bite of your apathy
Ignorant dichotomy
Of favor with neglect
Reluctance with respect
Such heartache
Each time that I truly wake
The man of my dreams
Is all it seems
You will ever be
To me