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| Meet me when the moon is full, let the starts light our way.
When the water is cool and all others are well at rest.
Let our minds imagine what our mouths do not say.
Your coffee hair and porcelain chest are wet
Gleaming from the bright, coin shaped moon at bay.
Meet me on the pavement, as if my imagination created you there
Among the shuffling of new soles and smell of school books.
Vague words poorly describe what our hearts articulate daily, mere
Seconds pass, yet we've aged years.
I leave you, looking back, invisible beneath the glare.
Meet me atop the bridge, gaze upon the fireworks.
Crammed and crowded, shoulder to shoulder it's beautiful, however
Containing my hopes simply hurts.
You've given me an abundance, let me give you the knowledge.
My strength in care, compassion, and desire lurks.
Meet me when you can, when it is allowed.
Sad and sore with each sight weakening
The abundance of strength in which I've been endowed.
I await your voice, sent, face, touch, kiss
Patiently, but with lessening patience from the choice in which I've vowed.
Meet me at the alter, after all alterations made and invitations sent.
Nervous and joyous, we await the sight of our love
Ballad ringing in our ears, stepping slowly, closer to content
Lives becoming one, well deserved, well oiled machine of a life
That was always intended, as if on this, our creator was bent.
Meet me in the morning, in the day, and at night
Kiss me sweetly, strongly before you go, when you return
To me you are the most incredible and wondrous of sights
We see together every dream, every goal, every hope we accomplish
As a team we are perfect, lovely, and all is right. | | |
| I did not allow myself to watch as you left, but I imagined it.
I saw it quite often, so I remembered exactly how it looked.
Although this one was different.
In that moment, I remembered every dream and fantasy.
Every laugh and smile, each shy glance. Our shared songs and car rides, every picture, every splash into cool water. The anxious breaths, the seconds of passion, of pain. Every discussion and each discovery.
All of it all at once rushed through my mind.
In that moment it hit hard, like a swatter to an oblivious fly, that those were all much more important to me than I'd planned for them to be.
But it was too late for that now.
And as I walked away maintaining my pretence of confidence and calm, I felt my chest sting horribly as it tightened desperately onto all of those things.
Clung to them for dear life.
That's all that was left.
With one short pause in my walking, my thinking, my living I took a deep breath and forced my mind and body, with all that I could muster, to return them to nothing more than memory, where I'd intended them to be.
I stood straight, continued on, and thought of nothing, except, the echoing phrase "don't look back, do not look back."
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| I sat at the park talking to the birds, but it's not the same, I don't even think they hear the words.
But if there's something I could do, like the birds, I'd fly straight to you.
Over miles and miles and the distance in between, flying over fields, paved roads, and running streams.
If there's one thing I could do, well, I'd fly straight to you.
With the wind beneath our wings, we'd see so many things
But the best thing that I'd see, is you flying next to me.
Just another day in just another class and it's all the same, as I'm staring through the glass.
There's a plane up in the sky and it makes me want to fly.
If I had the money, if there's one thing I could get, I would spend it all and buy us both a jet.
And we could run and hide, no one else, just you and I.
With the wind beneath our wings, we'd see so many things
But the best thing that I'd see, is you flying next to me.
We'd be resting in the clouds
Above all the people in the city so loud
And there's nothing we must do
But be me enjoying you
With the wind beneath our wings, we'd see so many things
But the best thing that I'd see, is you flying next to me.
Lyrics and Vocals by Evan and Tess
Music by Evan
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| I watched as a young man held a long, feminine cigarette in his skinny lips while he struggled to work a lighter. He tried several times to create a flame until finally he seemed to have success. Although after a few attempts at smoking the cigarette, he realized it was not lit, but it was still very hot and that touching the tip of the cigarette might not have been the best decision.
After a few more stabs at the lighter, he officially lit the slender white cylinder.
Between each drag, he would hold his arm far away from his body and smack the tip of the cigarette with his pale, bony index finger in order to release any sign of loose ash. Next he would stop and stare into the lit end of the long burning stick as if he were utterly impressed that he were able to "make it work". And to conclude his post-drag ritual he would wipe the thin legs of his dark gray shorts until they were completely free of any soot that might have dropped from his precious tube of tobacco. He sucked the long cigarette down to the size of a thumb tack without actually inhaling the smoke once.
His feet were tapping wildly as he sat awaiting someone to notice his unbelievably impressive, or shall I say "cool", demeanor. The look on his face seemed to show his disappointment in the lack of attention he had received. And as I caught myself thinking of him as slightly pathetic, I realized that I was the only person giving him precisely what he desired. He sat there alone on a bench beginning to light his third cigarette wishing that someone else outside would find him appealing and I sat alone inside watching through the door, completely captivated by him. | | |
| Rest in the moments that force your heart into a flutter.
The ones that even the remembrance of place a stutter upon your tongue and a shake within your hands.
That very second of victory
Your escape into freedom
The sudden triumph of trumpets rejoicing in your ears
That moment in time when you were able to relax in your quivering, stuttering state and feel the remarkable word, "Finally", drift from your lips.
And to think back on life before this very moment is to imagine a grand piano without keys.
You let all thoughts, all but feelings of joy flee from your body.
You hear nothing but the cool breeze pushing the branches of tall trees from side to side.
Waves crashing against the ocean shore.
Your pounding heart thumps to the beat of an orchestras masterpiece
And you can think of nothing except how quickly you were thrown into utter contentment and how long you plan to remain there.
You're living the moment that you've dreamt of. It has become reality.
Your reality.
You own this moment in time for all time...
Finally.
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