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.

**composure**

This is no war; Only the mad belief that the will of God can be attacked and overthrown.

I've seemed to meet and make my strange alliances on grounds that have no meaning...

I met a mistake - an error in my self-appraisal

& we joined lies in nothingness.

Two are as meaningless as one or one thousand...

But this journeys end is at a Place of Peace.

Illusions cannot triumph over Truth

They battle only with themselves

And The Truth stands quietly

Illusions have no place where love abides -

You never loved me -

You lied.

And my forgiveness sweeps away your sin...

Your light grew dim -

not mine, not mine.

Your altar fell -

not mine, not mine.

Illusion meets Illusion -

Truth; Itself.

And far beyond this senseless sadness -

Love Shines.

...& Still,

I'd never leave you frightened & alone in your temptation,

But help you rise above it & percieve the Light of which you are a part.

I'd help you walk clean, redeemed & happy

Through a world in bitter need of its own redemption..

- For, here is my freedom and my salvation.

-A.A.B.