Slow march to summer
Days of endless warmth and youth
Watching starry nights

Brief Moments of Immortality

There was the time Bear listened to Olive sing
in her living room. Bear was enamored
with her singing as he always was.
Olive was performing that night
to celebrate her new album.
Bear was driving her
and they brought a bottle of whiskey
and a bottle of tequila to share.
Walls intimate with art,
a bare floor with a chair for her.
She sang and sang
and sang, until there were no words left,
until there was relief and joy,
until the bottles were empty
and the night could barely
hold itself back from morning.

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.

Oh Night...

I never 


tire of 


you 


my dear


heart.