Helpless

Cruelty, self-esteem, not my therapist.

In the back ground, Crosby Stills Nash and Young singing-Hopelessly Wondering.
The rain taps on the window outside my burgundy and gold bedroom.

I am quiet and alone, but I can hear them talking in the other room.

Trying to solve the problem but finding no solution.

We are helplessly hoping as the song begins to play again.
Each with there own vision of the truth. These men who are attempting salvation.
They make it their business. It's not enough to be where you are. It's not enough to make a difference. No one makes a difference. We are one alone. We are two together. We are for each other. Closing our eyes alone but longing to be included. 

Shall We Dance

We meet in the dim light of bars.

This is where we perform the affair.

Acting unaware.

The crowd begin to dance to the tune of our making.

The tune of our harmonious unspoken words.

As the crowd swirls to a frenzy from the electricity we generate; 

I can feel the tingling euphoria in every subtle touch purposefully placed.
 My mind spins from the momentum created by your stare.

This is a fantasy that we both created.

In the golden light of the setting sun, I know the time will come to return. 

In the bar, I catch your eye across the room.
From that one look it is as if I become the sun.
The warmth feels so real.

 I am acting my part and in this love I chose to believe.