Volume

It's a longing that thrums

Discordant bass from a far off song

Feeling it deep down within 

Wanting to sing along but knowing

That while it's just out of reach now

There will come a day that the full chorus

Will come blaring through speakers

Vibrating with ebullient volume 

I Am Okay

I am okay

I won't let the fear take root because I see

The potential in what could be

I won't allow the insecurity to grow because

I know the depth of our feelings

I will let the trust deepen because I can't understate

The value and import it has brought to my life

I will let the yearning wash over me in waves

I am more than okay

I am becoming an even better me 

So that if the day comes

It will be as if opening a new gift for us both

The Passing of Hours

It is all because...I yearn

For your fingertips on the skin of my forearm

Or dancing deftly through my beard

For the softness of your lips on mine

And holding you close to me

For the scent of your hair as you lay against my chest

Even for your feet in my lap as I watch you read

Pretending to read myself but wrapped up in the sight of you

But mostly I yearn for your heart, soul, and spirit

The warmest and kindest I've known

And for conversations that have us so entranced that we barely notice

The passing of hours

Fool's Gold

Fool's gold, the moon, high above in its ecliptic

Appearing to glow with an intense inner light yet

Stealing its luminance from another and pretending 

For all to see to be a great glowing night star

But all the while, false and nowt but a rock