VANILLA TWILIGHT

The stars lean down to kiss you
And I lie awake and miss you
Pour me a heavy dose of atmosphere

'Cause I'll doze off safe and soundly
But I'll miss your arms around me
I'd send a postcard to you, dear
'Cause I wish you were here

I'll watch the night turn light-blue
But it's not the same without you
Because it takes two to whisper quietly

The silence isn't so bad
'Til I look at my hands and feel sad
'Cause the spaces between my fingers
Are right where yours fit perfectly

I'll find repose in new ways
Though I haven't slept in two days
'Cause cold nostalgia
Chills me to the bone

But drenched in vanilla twilight
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist-deep in thought because
When I think of you I don't feel so alone

I don't feel so alone, I don't feel so alone

As many times as I blink
I'll think of you tonight,
I'll think of you tonight...

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again

And I'll forget the world that I knew
But I swear I won't forget you
Oh, if my voice could reach
Back through the past
I'd whisper in your ear
Oh my, I wish you were here!!

AltruisM

What if we got outside ourselves and there

really was an outside out there, not just

our insides turned inside out? What if there

really were a you beyond me, not just

the waves off my own fire, like those waves off

the backyard grill you can see the next yard through,

though not well—just enough to know that off

to the right belongs to someone else, not you.

What if, when we said I love you, there were

a you to love as there is a yard beyond

to walk past the grill and get to? To endure

the endless walk through the self, knowing through a bond

that has no basis (for ourselves are all we know)

is altruism: not giving, but coming to know

someone is there through the wavy vision

of the self’s heat, love become a decision.

Molly Peacock, “Altruism” from Cornucopia: New and Selected Poems 1975-2002.

Map To My Heart

White chocolate kisses under the stars
Riding on horses
Boys with guitars
If you really want to get the root of me
You don't have to try so hard
Give me a reason to dance in the dark
Be there to catch me and I'll fall apart
If you wanna know how to get to me
Follow the map to my heart


I cry for no reason
I laugh at awkward moments
There's no manual that explains where I'm going
So show me the way, show me the way


You played that thing like you're talking again
You strum those strings like an angel of love
Did you notice I can't focus on nothing else?
What's making me come out of my shell?
Sometimes it's so hard to tell
I don't even know myself when you do, yeah, you do



Don't ask for directions
I'm tired of explaining
There's no book I've read that says what I'm saying
So show me the way,...
Give me a reason to dance in the dark
Be there to catch me and I'll fall apart
If you really want to get the root of me
You don't have to try so hard
If you wanna know how to get to me
Then follow the map to my heart

Just follow it,
The map to my heart!