Wait

Text: An empty chamber Waits For its door to open And a new breeze To blow through

Dance

Text: My heart dances With the possibilities

Possibilities

Text: I spend this time Living and dying Breathing and passing away In the possibilities of every day Every day choosing and releasing What could be

To the many possibilities

Text:   You silver streaks I see you darting Short-circuiting forward Jumping sparking skittering trailing off Into the dark Quickly fading with a slowing pulse Silence slowly thickening in the wake Of your cursive path

I could be wrong

Text: I could be wrong about how I feel Or about what it means when you take my hand But I’d rather err On the side of magnificence and possibilities If we finally got it right this time

To the unspoken question

Sometimes ‘I don’t know’ is the strongest answer Most honest and vulnerable Unassuming Leaving room for possibilities Letting go of control Knowing that it isn’t a sign of uncertainty or worry Instead, willingly hopeful

Keep me

There is unspeakable desire Moving with me Shrouding my sight in forever moonlight It is the possibilities with you That keep me Watching the stars