blocking my view
all that I see
something brand new
in front of me
chasing a high
excitement’s rush
makes me just fly
everything hush
time is a blur
gone in a blink
watch my brain whir
yet I can’t think
focused on this
lost in the drive
what did i miss
feeling alive
Heat map of moments
That took her breath away
Chronicle of choices
When it was wrong to stay
So many reasons
At the end of the day
Whispers of memories
What a price to pay
I drift awake in darkness sweet
My toes caress your sleeping feet
I feel and hear your slumbering sigh
And swiftly how the hours fly
My fingers tangled in your hair
Our breath is mingling in the air
Together curled beneath the sheets
I feel your pulse, your heart it beats
My thoughts are far and yet so near
With hopes as poignant as my fear
Age is a sly old stranger
who comes at the close of the day
Age is a regular charmer
who begs to come and stay
Age is like the furniture
you know him like your stairs
Age is a sly old stranger
he’ll catch you unawares
The Wisdom of Gavroche 