Moment

There’s a moment
There’s a hue
There’s a shadow
There’s a bright
Too bright
To observe, directly

In that moment
Fleeting feelings
Wraiths of blue
Scatterings of yellow
Drops of laughter
Rivers of lust

Still,
That moment remains,
Elusive,
I shudder when I try
Recognition slips away
Arms empty

I kneel in my own
Confusion,
Asking only for a sign,
Finding vacancy
After vacancy
Moment fleeting

For the longest
Moment,
My heart hurts
Like my head,
Wrapped in velvet
Sandpaper,
Ripping and comforting
All at once

Hoping
A moment will bring
Truth
Like I imagine
Having been lost
To so many
Silent blows

For a moment
The parking lot
For a car
It’s all so much
Background noise
Spinning me
To the ground
Inturing me

Ending that moment

Unprepared for the next

— GLB

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Later

This is where we are
In a perpetual moment
That binds
Plans with reality

This is when
Later,
Is

This is when
We are going

It doesn’t have to be
Big and flashy
It doesn’t need to be
Quaint or docile

It will be whatever we want
When we get there

— GLB

When Is Later?

We assumed that
What we needed
Was what we had,
We built ourselves
From our familiarities

It was so easy
We knew each other
We knew what were doing

So many years
Gone by,

Without a scratch?

But we knew there were other,
Things

Things brushed upon
Things talked around
Things set aside,
Until later,

When is later?

— GLB

Imagine

Imagine
All the words
I have in me
To tell the world
About you

Imagine
Notes
To string together
In brilliant crescendos
Forming
The symphony
Of us

Imagine
Light falling
Through mist
Colors running
On your upturned
Face
What a masterpiece
You are to me

Imagine
Sparks
Flying into
Infinite night
Leaving
Stars
As enduring
As we are

Imagine
Infinite dreams
Built on
Abiding love
And you will have only
Scratched the surface
Of everything
We can be

–GLB

These Words

These words say everything
Boiled down to its essence
These words say nothing
Scummy leavings in the bottom of a pan
These words are outrageous
Read through the filter of the Bazaar
These words are joyous
Carried by the voices of the Sunday choir
These words float on the breeze
Sweet scents on butterfly wings
These words hold your hand
Warm solace in the deep deep night
These words are ephemeral
Catch them quick before they’re gone
These words are matter of fact
Listen if you want to hear the truth
These words cost me everything
You may have them for a song

— GLB