Promises

Have you ever made a promise
That was only a dream?
Imaginations that we wish
Would come true and in that moment
You are swept away with an
Impossible possibility to conceive
I tend to sink very deeply
Into people mostly all the way
There isn’t a lot that I don’t
Feel comfortable getting in or
Close to even if it means
All the work will disappear
From beginning to know you
From vulnerability and fear
If it’s a fantasy of promises
Then let it be like science fiction
To both of us because to be close
You have to actually be there
Not just standing at the edge
Of the water throwing a bottle
With a message hoping it will
Arrive at its destination or even
Into the hands of your beloved
Sometimes a promise is a dream
If not to purée our feelings and
Drink them we must feel them
Out loud even if they cannot
Become true in the end
Imagination how silly
To go around smelling
Daffodils and lilies
Oh how I wish

© GÄ

No Gold

Blue fingertips
Feel the blood rush back in
It’s no one’s fault
Deals have been made
Past promises choked out
White devils betrayal
What kind of writing
Has been written on the wall?
We must all live to die
But we will not
Always answer to the cry
Dancing and bewildered by
An empty sadness
That is released like a potion
Trapped in a bottle for centuries
Around a fire pit
Hot blue and green flames
It is a bad omen
To die under a lion
Threats for the grace
Of our lives and humanity
Are still alive today
Because someone else
Fought for us too
No gold can amount to that

© GÄ