Shams' Muse

 the train left the station and i am sorry that  well let's face it you never wanted to make the ride

 I made a cake for  A future I hope to have I put only love in it *** The thing about cake Is that making it Should be the best part *** It was your birthday  I will cry when you die Your cruelty hasn't erased  The person I thought you were How lucky to be a better man

I have most conversations in my head I have great adventures with you And I say to you Let us have the greatest love adventure of our lives One that people will write books about long after it ends And you say yes i am in i want to live We will sit atop the highest building in Tokyo and drink pink champagne From a pink bottle and race boats across the China Sea And walk on an ice shelf in Antarctica in oversized winter coats While a guide points to the things that live in such  treacherous places Pine trees for 100 miles  in our picture together in the 100 mile wilderness We smell jungle mist from Incan roads and swim in cenotes clear 100 feet down  Highland sheep watch as we carry our packs  and the warmth of 100 sunny days together and a love that spreads across our lives like a sunrise

There will be a day when I have my cake And eat it too and the crumble will be so Thick that my teeth slide through and bits stick to the sides of my face and on my lap and the plate and the floor and there's so many crumbs that the dog has to lick them up I have a bent fork  

 I still have all the once green branches When we were younger and silly they turned to dust And blew in a west wind My hand is skeleton My heart an empty hall Footsteps none but  What happened here  It was me wasn’t it It was always me  Like a crime scene where I spilled milk A very long time ago 

 He wears a rope around his neck And I want to grab it with both hands and pull Him to my lips And take in his breath from This gap Because in that He knows sailboats and equations And  And I can’t get his attention He’s on a run and his sails Are up and the sky is blue I’m a passenger  With wind whipped hair looking ahead hands on the pulpit rail  To a cloudless horizon