A patch of red-orange iodine
moves into a cluttered sky
Don't give in just yet
Don't give in

A group in service uniforms
stand outside a wooden door
She's laughing, it's over
Time has been strange
oh...

Last things last is not enough
You can't accept this
Don't give in just yet

I hope that last things last
past these first charms,
these pale charms

I hope that last things last,
a hook or a flake
to hold on so you don't break

Rachel's

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that thursday flew in early

wings of anticipation; 

this one inched forward

a grey day of attentiveness and details

so few

between then and now and then 

love love love
i'm the trigger hippy
meow
love love love
the way of the trigger hippy
oh yeah
love love love
the way of the trigger hippy
meow
love love love
i'm the trigger hippy
oh yeah love love love
i'm the trigger hippy
meow
love love love
the way of the trigger hippy
oh yeah
love love love
the way of the trigger hippy
meow
love love love
i'm the trigger hippy
oh yeah

what more can i say

what part did i play

in making you go

so far away

Tom Waits... charismatic story-teller with a
penchant for freaky people and unusual
settings. You thrive on the concept of the
underdog coming out on top.


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my friend take courage - my heart feels so heavy with your confusion, sorrow and grief.  You forget we are consecrated beings! - by our birth, by our choices,  by our prayers - we walk within a sacred path.  Remember and take comfort in that we are exactly where we are supposed to be - even you, even now, even there.  Don't despair - even if your beloved friend is moving fast along the trail we all finish.  You shared your life with hers - that was and will always be your lesson and gift to each other. If it is meant to be, she will recover enough for you to visit her while she fights for her place amongst us, or you will be with her during her endtime, and that will be another special gift to both of you.  You know that a greater spirit than us handles these details, right? 

you wonder about my intentions or affections towards you...    Please don't doubt me.  I've done my best to respect your journey, your need to be alone, your leaving.  It never seemed the right time or place to blatantly profess my affections for you, even if I ached to do so.  My actions said what I dared not.   I want to be with you, just you, just as you are, wherever you go, when and how it's good and right.   There may be no reason apparent, but no mixed messages either. This is nothing new;  I've known this since shortly after I met you.  I will always treasure whatever type of friendship we share, but I dream that you may feel the same towards me someday.

Bury my heart

Burn the rest

The ashes will fly

Where I did not

In beauty I walk,

            With it I wander

With beauty before me, I walk,

            With it I wander

With beauty behind me, I walk,

With it I wander

With beauty above and about me, I walk,

With it I wander

It is finished in beauty,

It is finished in beauty.

 

my anticipation is too great

since you're over the stage where you can't wait to see me

It's late, the night is cool and quiet

foreshadowing the separation that follows closeness

wondering about you

and the inevitability of the fall

 

i put my lips to your flesh

suck the pain the poison the darkness

from your wracked body

deep into my own

burn it with the fire 

this brave love has lit

I want to feel your skin and sleep in your arms again tonight. 

Should I apologize for being so bold? Please forgive this foolish girl if nothing could be further from your mind - but I doubt this is news to you either -  you could use a little TLC - who'd begrudge you? You gave and gave and gave - can you be given to?   If my affection warms any part of your body, heart, or soul, please let me enjoy you for a few weeks before you go....  

and so i dream:

the leaving

the dance

the healing

the journey

the fall

the home

the rest

the winter

the quiet

the book

the spring

may it come to pass

may it be good and right

and beautiful in all ways

you're so far away, yet so close to my soul

our nights so dark

yet no one knows the sun as you

or the light as i

can't forget your grin

shooting from corners

in that last golden light  

 

two of us

raw memories nerves needs skin fear hope

just brave enough

to hold hands through our minefields

music so much easier than words

brilliant sun and water to rinse away the shadows

an afternoon as tender and loving

as any i've known

 

 

I'll be true again
but until then
I'll fake the books

because everybody knows
this ain't heaven

until everybody knows
this ain't heaven

...we will never be apart

even if one of is taken away by aliens

it wouldn't be the end of you and me

'cause i'd go to astronaut school

i'd learn  how  to be an astronaut

and go into outer space

 

i'd be the hottest training astronaut

there's ever been

i'd spend days in the space simulation machine

even when the other trainees can't take it anymore

and they're crawling across the floor

i'd still be training, train for days

spinning around

like the whole world

spinning around me...

dreaming of when i see you again

it won't be long

sometimes lightning strikes the same place twice

thankful now

that the wonder filled

mysterious

spider-silk bond 

of moments and miles 

stretched across your sheets

and our lives 

lacks only touch

since this star shines in your sky