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What Are You Looking For?

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What are you looking for?
Something to eat, something to wear, something to share?
What are you looking for?
Something to tell, something to sell, something to yell?

What are you looking for?
A change of season, a change of reason, a change of breathin’?
What are you looking for?
A bigger shirt, a bigger house, a bigger spouse?

What are you looking for?
More of this, more of that, a few more hats?
What are you looking for?
Something easy, something pleasy, something sleazy?

What are you looking for?
A conversation, a contemplation, a consecration?
What are you looking for?
An answer, a solution, a truth?

What are you looking for?
The next best thing, the last worst day, a fruitful array?
What are you looking for?
More time, more shine, more lime?

What are you looking for?
Less and less and less?
What are you looking for?
More and more and more?

What are you looking for?
Answers in wrong places, people with rude faces, shoes with no laces?
What are you looking for?
Scented moments, euphoric passion, exciting teasers?

What are you looking for?
A cheap deal, stuff on sale, bargains galore?
What are you looking for?
Higher stakes, risky breaks, too many takes?

What are you looking for?
Someone to laugh with, someone to latch with, someone to last with?
What are you looking for?
A quiet night, a beautiful sight, a dimming light?

What are you looking for?
A fresh start, a new heart, a lemon tart?
What are you looking for?
A replacement, a renovated basement, a defacement?

What are you looking for?
A cooler temperature, a more perfect day, a whole new way?
What are you looking for?
A flower, a tree, a shopping spree?

What are you looking for?
Recognition, admiration, validation?
What are you looking for?
Kindness, softness, someone to help sweep the floor?

What are you looking for?
A few more dimes, a few less chimes, a few more signs?
What are you looking for?
To stop the flow, to halt the horse, to make it snow?

What are you looking for?

Wherever You Are

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I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
I am thinking about you and everything that you are.
The day was weird today, I kept seeing you when I didn’t want to. 
I walked a lot, watched the ducks, sat in the sun, then it got cloudy, I did too. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
And that you’re on your way to me, you are, you are. 
Are you coming by train or plane or maybe by car?
Are you walking? It’s probably too far. 

Miles I’ve logged in my mind waiting for you. 
I know what I’m after, I know what I need and it is indeed…inside of you. 
The colour in those around me hold beautiful hue.
But the colour in you, a mix of all of the shades that turn flightless into flew. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are.
I’m thinking about the questions you’ll ask me, and how deep you’ll go.
I can’t wait for that moment, I will cry tears of joy that turn to snow. 
Light, fluffy drops, delicate white flakes they will flutter from my eyes, your sweet breath will blow. 

Blowing my snowflake tears away from my face, you will see the light and understand our fate. 
I think about all of the things I can’t wait to tell you, I’m making a list so I don’t forget. 
It’s long, it’s important, you need to know it all, and nothing can wait. 
I wonder where you are tonight, what are you doing, thinking, feeling, I hope you aren’t in regret. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are. 
I imagine a cool breeze, clear sky, and your eyes closed, face tipped toward the moon.
Waning crescent it glows on you, you are a star.
Are you getting closer, will it be soon?

I had an idea, in five years from now on the first of June, let’s meet here, at just before noon. 
Do you know where here is? I know that you do, you feel it with all of your might.
We are connected by a special force and it will bring us together when the time is right. 
Trust me dear soul, follow and stay entrenched inside the light. 

I hope you’re reading this wherever you are. 

Wolves and Wine

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You took off like a bullet.
Do bullets actually take…off?
I put on a sweater because it’s cold now.
Your absence brings an age of…ice.

Icy shivers down my spine.
I’m going to add to my sweater, some wine.
I don’t drink, is this ok? I look at your face, but I’m blind.
It’s a good thing we never signed.

I’m inside a warm and cozy cave.
I’ve got tools and I know how to save.
It’s just us now. You’re my fav.
The fire I’ve got inside, keeps me brave.

I’m ok huddled here, I’ll be ok.
I can hear the wolves outside, I hope they stay.
It’s peaceful in here, I’ve made a good spot to lay.
The night is long but today…is the day.

The cave walls have a smooth look.
No jagged or rough edges, nowhere for a hook.
I feel safe. The flames burning, crackling, I remember what you took.
Be careful out there, don’t get shook.

I sit here by the fire, in my sweater in this cave.
I watch their movement outside, the wolves pace back and forth.
I’m not afraid. I think they are my protection, not here for an election.
Thank you dear wolf pack, for having my back.

How did I get here? Huddled, alone, protected by wolves?
I can see the sky outside a bit. It’s bare.
What a feeling this is. Uncertain and unsettled, but in good care.
Fire is comfort for my soul and my mind. I close my eyes.

The heat pressing my face, it got brighter even without sight.
I pray that you are alive and safe.
I hope you come back one day. But until you do. I’ll wait.
Here inside this cave, behind the wolves. In my sweater.
With my wine. With my tribe.