jaybeasley2

Hoping for the deliciousness
And arrival of some sort of decision
Vocal and sensing the crossroads
Interest of a change
Now that the time has come for new energies
Gifting the movement in a different way
Doing everything to make new momentum
In these last few minutes before life shifts
Roaming the memories of what came at the
End of our joining of last year’s discoveries
Calling forth a distant former condition
That died when I finally grasped my future
Interested in claiming my collective bliss
Opening myself to the stories of the imaginative world
Now that I know who I am

Believe me, the fire will be an
Unusually refreshing change after the
Short tortures that cold can bring
That reminds you how the world can be
Eventually we all accept our own pain
Delicate flames lightly licking
Red reflections on the edge of night
Equal to the unseen eyes of observing
Around the rim of your consciousness
Roasting these sugars to black on the end of
Very thin sticks picked out for the occasion
Insistent cold winning the battle
Except we have each other to
Wait until the last minute before sleep

It was not so long ago
Many directions were open to me
And I found and chose a route
Getting out of all the temptation games but
Inside the ribcage a burning need is
Now overflowing more and more each day
Emitting a driving desire and bursting
Testy need that will not leave but instead
He’s the growing sound of a thousand bells
Equipped with the perfect note
Found within the syllables of your name
Unique as the sound of a wooden wind chime
Turning your face to the warmth of the
Universe
Ready for whatever a mighty twenty four hours
Evokes for us

Around the time we have finally
Struck out on the way to a hole in the wall
Mostly relieved to finally get out for a
Accidentally awesome excursion in
Long looks and experimental drinks
Like a kick start hike in a forest you have never been before
Toasting to a time we recently enjoyed
Off in the distance a loud engine of sound
Wishing us a good evening in a deep bass echo
Nights that start like this are the best
Ready and willing to go for an
Opportunity grabbing slide into the midnight hour
And then returning to the warm under our roof
Definitely ready for pajamas and dream time

going to great lengths
over the times that made all these friends
on the same night remember who they are
doing the fun games that made us
decide to keep on experiencing the night
across the room you can see people shift
not that they knew the change that was coming
guessing was never the strong suit
equally true was the part about
realizing that a few saw the aura of the atmosphere
on the tiny minutes stage
uniting the scary experience that escapes notice
softly altering the mood of a lifetime

gasping for air on top of a
overlook that is only one place
in a great many hours
not many went by without thinking of here
green trees as far as the eye can see
soft sounds of blankets of branches
off in the distance water with white caps
voices of echoes that trees give each other
exit wounds of tree limbs that left home
rocks that show signs of
years of living on the bottom of a river
beds and travel from the tops of great
aching heights far above the fields
tossing pine needles across these winds
tiny past moments rise up and say hello
yet my mind is right here and so far away with you

making exactly right
another feeling like a drifting boat
getting a new way out of where you are lost
not to be remembering a time when the car wouldn’t start
eventually the will to keep going
takes over when you realize the people you left behind
each wish was too see them again
nothing like a frozen drink
emitting the ache we shared once
rotting our brains instead of getting up and
going out to be with those we know
it was our wasted time that somehow found us
equal amount of choices and luck
so I had to go through that to find you