music and the pain of close but not close enough just yet
and eat pancakes and wonder
'is this the way we make friends?'.
i have said often i speak more than i listen and i have
make my ear one quick to listen
my heart a sponge for those i am around
make my arm a resting place for the weary
and this worthless back useful to carry those whose burdens outweigh them.
as a finger of you, god, let me lighten let me push
the corners of the frown into a hopeful glance.
make me a friend, father. one who truly jumps at the opportunity to BE with those that need to be WITHed.
i am anxious without you, and with you. i am heavy with the danger of letting my small mouth make the biggest blunder of all
by saying so much
that i fail to say anything
let's get together, yeah yeah yeah. why don't you and i combine?