5/1/12
May first
May I be the first
to say
I love the way
the sky streaks
with the first sunset
I've seen in weeks
Last of the day and
I love the way the
drivers look longingly
on their way home from work
at you sitting so sweetly
content to watch the sky
and listen while I
play open melodies
And we know there's shit to be done
but you keep playing on and on
and hey
what does it matter anyway?
we'll get our degrees
some day
but what will we really know?
Now we know nothing
but nothing else matters
because not a single person passing
wouldn't rather be basking
on this picnic table in the grass
by a street
through the college
that goes too fast
So don't think darling
you're wasting too much time
just live in the moment
and you'll be fine
As fine as the trees who wait for spring
with pale pink petal gifts to bring
lining footsteps
remembering time
waiting for our troubled lines
but unlike the trees,
in dirt-formed fetters
forced to stay,
you have the choice
to walk away
and I have the choice to hope
you keep playing
those open melodies
longer than the sunlight
and louder than the street cars
and open to the possibility
that the sounds of this night
become the strings of my life.
And I'll use them
to tie us together
because this is the moment
I want to remember
after everything I've learned here
fades like the colors
in a sun-streaked sky.
May first
May I be the first
to say
I love the way
the sky streaks
with the first sunset
I've seen in weeks
Last of the day and
I love the way the
drivers look longingly
on their way home from work
at you sitting so sweetly
content to watch the sky
and listen while I
play open melodies
And we know there's shit to be done
but you keep playing on and on
and hey
what does it matter anyway?
we'll get our degrees
some day
but what will we really know?
Now we know nothing
but nothing else matters
because not a single person passing
wouldn't rather be basking
on this picnic table in the grass
by a street
through the college
that goes too fast
So don't think darling
you're wasting too much time
just live in the moment
and you'll be fine
As fine as the trees who wait for spring
with pale pink petal gifts to bring
lining footsteps
remembering time
waiting for our troubled lines
but unlike the trees,
in dirt-formed fetters
forced to stay,
you have the choice
to walk away
and I have the choice to hope
you keep playing
those open melodies
longer than the sunlight
and louder than the street cars
and open to the possibility
that the sounds of this night
become the strings of my life.
And I'll use them
to tie us together
because this is the moment
I want to remember
after everything I've learned here
fades like the colors
in a sun-streaked sky.