talk

why didn't
you tell me
i'd fall in love with you?

why didn't you tell me
that my soul
would be gone
the moment
i met you?

you sit
across from me
tenderly looking
my way

not saying a word

but  i can't keep
from staring
at you

with hope
in my eyes

waiting

for any sort of sign

so i can draw
your warmth
close to my heart

and cherish
the change
you'll bring into my life....

if you would only
speak
with more than the want
in your eyes

and talk
with more than the beauty
in your soul

(tell)

something

i won't say
that i'm nothing without you

i am somebody

but,
when all is said and done

i don't like the somebody
i am
without you

if i can't think about you
in that special way

if i can't talk to you
about anything
and everything

if i can't exist
knowing you're
the bookend
to the volume
of my most dastardly plans

i wouldn't know how to exist

i'd end up walking
with the rocky path at my feet
once again

and i don't want to go back

i am somebody
without you

but nothing matters
without you
in my life

(s

moon speak

how big
the moon is
to-night

how dark
the clouds are
this morrow

how strange
and eerie
and huge
the whole world is

i'm quite lost
within it

sit with me
close as you dare

hold my hand
in this deep
and dismal hour

help me remember
why
we have come down
this path

and make me forget
everything else

use simple words
that mirror
the thoughts of your heart

_and i will believe you_

.....as far as the moonlight
touches the sea

i will believe thee

(yes)

still song

the other day
i could hear you hum
a snippet of a tune
from mexico

it weaved
into the air
like a wordless poem
dancing
in my imagination

enough to make me hold still
in wonderment

and yet
in my shyness
(and yes, i do get shy)
i couldn't ask you
where the tune came from

and i didn't want to stop
the melody

for anything in the world

so i kneeled there
holding "diary of a wimpy kid"
in mid-air
looking like a cut-rate statue
for barnes and noble

my mind
a thousand miles away
in the country of my mother

thank you
for something
you'll never know about

wind comb

the wind
works its way
through my hair

messing up
the careful stylings
of my hands

i let nature
work its magic
on me

knowing it
has had years of practice
on its side

hoping it
takes the bad thoughts away
from my mind

or replaces them
with the vision of you
smiling at me
from across the table

on that last
heavenly day
of my existence

(renew)

sound version here:  http://soundcloud.com/jamison99/wind-comb

l'amour de la jeune fille

you have to remember
there's a girl in me
that hasn't grown up

and i don't want her to

i won't show her
to your friends
i won't let her out
even to my closest pals

so she won't embarrass you

just know her
love her
be near her
when it's cold

(especially when it's bitter cold)

and if you give her
a chance to live
in your heart

the blessings of
warmth and
playful joy
will follow behind you

supporting you every step of the way

with giggles, and hugs, and chocolate
all the days
of your life

(trust)

in the rain

whisper softly
in my ear
one last time

let the weather fall
where it may
as you speak to me

there will be many days
there will be many nights
that i sit
and remember the time

when thunder roared
and the wind blew
and the torrents poured
over us

and i didn't feel
anything at all

but you

(safe)