The Pass

Why is it you can see it
When others don’t
Turn the lights on
Look around
I’m not hiding that well
Mostly in plain sight

Friendship turns to love
Once upon a time
Lines drawn around
What is actually allowed

Wouldn’t want to screw that up
So I dream of things to say
Words resting at the tip
Of my tongue
Ready to take off
When the moment is right
Perhaps never being said
For if I say too much
You just might turn your head

So percolating silently
Approaching moments at tiptoe
Sliding around in socks
Without a noise to shake
Or rock our perfect balance

Friends can become lovers
Lovers can walk away
Better to be friends
Safer not to say
Or is it
With my heart
Take what I can get
Hold my breath to get ahead
Just don’t turn blue
You can’t love me if I’m dead

Hopped up on lust
Fantasy breaking trust
Building courageously up to
The moment where I almost
Say it all
It’s the angle of the pass

Fumbling while trying
Not to fall

© GÄ