Gestures & Constellations

Caught somewhere in the middle of in-between
Like an autumn leaf – he's so politely disarming.
Have we set fire to bridges with the things we said but didn't mean,
Could a saccharine smile be effectively charming?

In a cub of courtesy coud we feel a little pain together?
'Cause we both know the good in a good mourning
And we both know the sun hides aside perfect weather
If we don't have the eyes to see it…

I question – I've questioned - I'm questioning
Still I wake up wondering why some things never make sense.
Despite countless knee-jerk reactions and distancing
The answers come in the silence.

He carries a familiarity
That hides away iniquity
And runs to write what blows away
When we get lost -

When we don't stay.

He carries a familiarity
That wakes the words inside of me.

Caught somewhere in the middle of in-between,
In the chasms between gestures and constellations
Is a September song blooming a spring time dream
That makes the solitude worth the revelations

Well acquainted with the rhythm in his step
'Cause he walks to a familiar song
That finds me catching count of his heart-beats
Before his eyes close & I fall asleep…

And I question – I've questioned - I'm questioning
But, I found it buried beneath my defense;
Beneath the pretense and the distancing.
The answers come in the silence.

He carries a familiarity,
That wakes the words inside of me..




-a.a.b.