This Time of Life

Aromatic fusion, circling, manifesting, giving its opinion, in its own innate way, and in the demise of the summertime, it offers some kind of pretended consolation, but of course, the discerning and the discriminating know otherwise, sometimes though, they have to remember to still themselves, and allow things to slide, and the circus of life, seems to wink at the movement of the passing moments, words delude, passive isn't so lifeless, and mediocrity isn't so mediocre, after all, it is the middle place on that mountain of existence, I guess, and you look around and see things like, beauty, that isn't even close to its apparent self, to the truth of your before, understanding of its word, and diversely, you see that an apparently ugliness, that isn't true to your perception of it either, isn't such an ugly thing to focus upon either, life lies in chaos and it almost lies in ruins, but as long as it is life, it turns to you, yes you, to instill, and to penetrate and to influence and to change and create something harmonious and true, I guess, that life waits in the wings sometimes, looking at us, daring us to contribute, asking us for our own answers, after we have forgotten, that we are in life and are a part of this great life, there is magic within the grasp of the livers of life, yet sometimes they seem to be afraid to actually be in touch with the reality of themselves in their lives, and there is magic in the dream that we dream, and there is magic in the love that we desire and share, and there is magic in our being alive together, at this time.

In the Cafe

Saw you in the cafe, it had been a long time, your car needed a push, so did I, and after exchanging wearying looks, we exchanged numbers too, the place was quiet the only music was in my head from a memory from earlier in the day, but still it stayed and it began to sing about you to me, and I had somewhere else to be, as we both had, so we didn't delay, and there was that instinctive feeling that I couldn't translate to words in my head, and then we moved apart and I looked at the day now, devoid of you, and there was a certain relief and there was a certain sense of loss, and there was a certain sense of nothing being certain, especially regarding memory, I had walked myself to the end of you, when you had done the same, and we were both now in our rightful place, apart.