*Gestures & Constellations*

*Gestures & Contellations*

Caught somewhere in the middle of in-between

Like an autumn leaf you're so politely disarming

Yet, we set fire to bridges with the things we said & didn't mean

Could a saccharine smile be effectively charming?

In a cub of courtesy –
Could we feel a little pain together

'Cause we both know the good in good mourning

And we both know the sun hides despite perfect weather

If we don't have the eyes to see it

And I question - I've questioned - I'm questioning-

And I wake up wondering why things never make sense

Despite countless knee jerk reactions and distancing

The answers come in the silence

He carries a familiarity

That hides away iniquity

And runs to write what blows away

when we get lost - when we don't stay.

He carries a familiarity

That wakes the words inside of me.

Caught somewhere in the middle of in-between.

In the chasms between gestures and constellations

Is a September song blooming a spring time dream

That makes the solitude worth the revelations

Well acquainted with the rhythm in his step

'Cause he walks to a familiar song

That finds me catching count of heart-beats

Before his eyes close & I fall asleep

And I question – I've questioned - I'm questioning

But I found it buried beneath my defense;

Beneath the pretense and the distancing

The answers come in the silence

He carries a familiarity

That wakes the words inside of me..

-a.a.b.