I hid behind smiles and flattery,
begging realisation to capture your lips
and take us away, somewhere
but it never came.
I did promise that I'd leave roses in the rain,
but I hate to dampen something so beautiful
and allow it to decay.
[I wish I could say the same for us.]
I can't rewind the clocks
but I can place whispers in your ears
and promise nextime will be different -
even if it wont
I owe us this much.
I wanted difference
and found beauty in obscurity
and that makes me a surrealist poet,
I've heard
but am not that sure anymore.
Life taught me how to open gifts first
and hearts second -
it's advice I'd like to pass on at least once.



