The days

10,000 Maniacs - These Are Days

She taught the richness
of love.
The devastation
of war.
When she was
there.
If she ever
was.

Or

If I
could
disengage
from the front lines
in the war
of some mad man
who may have been me.
To become drunk
In her passion play.

Kiss me quick.
Squeeze me slow.

Always

The tapestry fades
While she gave birth
To words
that refuse to die
in the writers voice.
Though it is little more
a lucid dream
awake
a touch
in the dark
a brush
electric

Thanks for the dream
the laughter
in the miracles I see
Throughout
These days