Verse for a Song

Reaching in the dark 
for something to hold onto
Slowly moving your feet
You'd rather be dancing 
than tip-toeing around
What it is we have to say
What it is we have to do
Here with the lights off
Trying to find our way out

Harbor Light

She lives in an apartment by the port.
Harbor light fills her room at night.
She's got no TV but she watches
all the faces as they go by.
She tells me to come over
but never answers the door.
She watches as I walk away.
She watches my face as I go.

evening run

sweat soaks my sweater
the lights of the track guide me
a preordained path