New

Why wait for a new day
when       i'm enjoying this one.

what are     we looking forward to,
before the     day has   won.

It  was    in the  night,
that    I   composed a  dream,

of  us,  all of us,
just    us, fooling     around, it would seem.

And the mo ments   before,
that        we would wish       stayed longer,

were the   reasons      today was,
so      much   stronger

             than

TOMORROW.

why wait when
        these dream
are what we
         live for?


© 2010 The Still Air

borders.

Timezon es,           sundowns,
everything's           different,
when    shesits      quietly,
        and  he   has   the same                  INTENT.

In     that  SilenceContainsConnection,
and a                 distance   can be present,
and it's   how they   k now   it's love,
  when     they 've   both the same           INTENT.

A flash,           and a clock,
and the     ticking  stops   in An INSTANT;
the     eyes    lock   upon
                           an impulse,
    they 'll   know   e ach   o thers            INTENT.

             Across a border,       timezones,
     they 'll be       lost        in the  
                                    mo    ment.
   So    d iffere nt,     so EQU AL;
                            they know    the         INTENT.


© 2010 The Still Air

Reason

If reason is what drives ourselves,
Into question after question,
Then how can we accept anything,
If we're focused on obsession?

Reason infects the mind,
And spreads like the cancer,
Until our conscience can't tell us,
  -Not everything has an answer.


© 2010 The Still Air

In Oceans

In a   CRASH with  the       ocean,
in open ing   up the          deep,
we can DIVE into its   waters,
dive       far into its             sleep

In a CRASH with the       wave,
we’ll tumble just
                          below,
and   with  roll ing,     we’ll never  know  a ir,
but    we’ll never need to           know  .

In a   DROP of   the      ocean,
in the     smallest           little SPLASH,
contains    all     the   things   ne eded,
to      make our     hearts clash,

In a   DROP of a    wave,
we’ll    be hit so   hard,
but   continue      on            ward,
with   our hearts
                          held highly on    g  uard  .


© 2010 The Still Air

A heart stained white

White  w as a    difference,
and   now   i ncorpor ated
in t he   w heel  of   things
to   be    inter p ret ed

                    a s ;

worried
heart
ignoring
the
events.

i d  on't   surrender.  even if      i 'm  s tai ned w hite  .


© 2010 The Still Air

wait for me a moment

wait for me a moment.
turn the clock back & break its hands
leave it to die,
and don't let it demand.

don't let it demand your age,
just let it die in discontent.
let it lay with its broken hands.
wait with me this moment.


© 2010 The Still Air

knowledge

if  knowledge                 comes with age,
does    age define our             knowledge?
or  does       knowledge                define itself,
with  the     experience   of                   how far's the edge?

the        close                  mind,    no matter the     age,
will     not                   develop its    knowledge,
     and                  cannot      define itself,
 even           after slipping over the
                                                    edge.

© 2010 The Still Air

we're not dreaming.

she can't believe a dream,
because the dream cannot compare,
to the reality of the outside;
the beauty of it's fair.

she believes a dream
because the dream compares
to the reality of the outside;
the skin is fair.

We're not dreaming.

© 2010 The Still Air

feers

When the darkness       comes,
I hide            inthe  light
Afraid  of     the shadow      progressions
Of the        night.

When     the storm       rains 
                           down,
I hide                   under       shelter,
Afraid o f        lights in     the     sky,
That           make  medeter.

When                        the tide comes to close,
I hide  where I find            height,
To  avoid even the     slight chance,
Of being pulled
                         under tonight.

When the stars don’t shine,
I  watch  the   blackened       night,
Wait   for that                 sunrise to roll in,
I know the sun will still shine bright.

Even if it’s cloudy.


© 2010 The Still Air

the fever

It's     really all          a game,
Where I don't             win or lose.
I'm more    of just the         observation,
With a    confused        FUSE.

In a  moment,   from    spiking,
To  the moment of        looow,
I'm      afraid of my mind,
And the places it will       go.

I'll sacrifice the         hours,
  In an        attempt  for  warm,
Under my   cold   sea of     blankets,
In      this   eye   of    the   minds  storm.

It's a matter     of        time,
Until   the   clock  finalizes,
And    inthat  matter of time,
All   I'll  realize    is

i like   feeling alive  .

© 2010 The Still Air