Sunset from Alaska: written to Poison Oak

A half year is gone,

what have I to show?

But a broken string

On my Father’s bow.

When I take a bow

and Step out the door,

What have I to gain?

I’m just left wanting more.

The tracks have changed.

On a different course,

When I look outside,

All I see is yours.

I’m afraid to change,

To be left behind.

So I jump the fence,

And take your hand in mine.

With a Broken Word,

I can promise change,

Because I left my heart,

And Fallen out of range.

If you can’t forgive,

then I’ll eat this pen.

Or at least succumb

To what might have been. 

If you throw me out,

I’m afraid I’ll die,

or at least believe

That my heart’s a lie.

What you need to know,

is what I need to be.

Not what you want,

But what you need.

As the light fades,

The darkness shines

Unmasking stars,

The sunset dies

Like all these thoughts,

Preconcieved,

Will win our hearts,

Or be the death of me.

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