Our Tracks Will be Covered By Dawn

We survived the fall then walked away unharmed leaving our tracks covered by dawn buried under new reasons to survive she purrs to me words that would lift any man: I dreamt of you twice once we were falling off a cliff then splash once we could breathe under water surviving the fall we walked away unharmed I see her now in a new aura though I cannot say I see her now as a key a heart to be touched catching fire and spreading around the forest bed pines aflame bright under the stars these are useless lines to pass the time hearing commotion below me of which I cannot join who stands above me maybe the feet I hear below destroying solitude with none to hear me for who I am I hide and retreat all the while singing ‘please don’t pass me by’ consciousness is separate from physical reality I must listen to dreams there are unknown answers awaiting realization to see reality results in skepticism simple disbelief stands between happiness and discontent she moves in ways that shatter any doubt forcing me to listen forcing me to believe in love again allowing me to realize that sparks can result in fires so in the dead of winter, in this cold climate there is nothing as welcome as a spark who I was who I’ll become is nothing to who I am last year’s man was buried by the blizzard frozen and of no more use is this season the time for love to blossom when nothing else thrives is love immune to the natural world immune to snowdrifts and solitary days I feel stagnant waiting for love’s embrace I feel off balance and erratic not trusting my words not keeping my damn mouth shut when there is nothing nice to say misguided frustration and a longing so intense I get nauseous this is paralyzed this is paradise she wears an orange blouse while the weak sun gleams off the icicles leave with me flee the desperate kingdom of love across the barren wasteland of disconnect dodging temptation and floating anchors ready to sink we’ll dive deep into a sea of future needs where we’ll build a cottage in the tall grass and call it home a hammock in the front yard for those lost days we’ll call it paradise even if it ain’t true early dawn have we survived the fall I can still see my tracks yours are near we’re no closer nor farther than we could ever want to be