James & Watt

[James and Watt]

A star in the sky has left tonight,
a sad sight to see.
Such a bright light,
sinking below the horizon of night.
Even though to know,
of its departure date,
and of its return in the same.
A matter of time and double digit days.

However a fact known,
wont ease the urge to groan,
at this lack of constellations,
the lack of concentration,
replaced by sightless frustration.

Yet blatantly,
steady days of waiting to see.
Trying to remain patient,
contemplating the rotating,
of night skies.
Waiting for Sirius's bright light,
to shine again,
during a short time,
called tonight.

[James and Watt]

I've been waiting to just talk to you again,
and the poems you've written are just absolutely gorgeous.
You're so close and yet so far,
but in my heart resides a feeling,
not so fleeting.
A spark,
and it's simple to see,
at least for me,
that it's easily meant to be ,
and it was you who placed this receptivity,
with such creative passivity.
As if the walls around something I find hard to relate,
were never placed to be raised for such a strong estate.

I find myself trying to write in the third person,
Always trying to scribble away from all that does encompass me,
still forced to cross out the he's and him,
For I and me,
yet it’s hard to avoid the refusal to ask for help.
Still you make me feel something hard for this man to relay,
on any given day.
Words of bliss he needs to say,
but still as of yet I can’t convey.
But I don't want to just flee from such everlasting beauty.
I want to perceive the wonders personally,
I want to gaze longingly,
Oft times awkwardly.

For you see,
You aren't simply just a heavenly body,
you are all that resides,
in the moon lit night sky.
The very sun,
the season that returns that feeling of life lost,
a warm ray of light for frozen fingers to finally feel free again.
You are the arurora borealis,
a phenomena I've yet to glimpse,
but carries unquestionable beauty of thought provoking inspiration.
The very alphabet,
every awe inspiring quote,
the essence of a thousand poet’s love notes.

And it’s to me,
that you’ve decided to send things to read.
Nikki, you haven't even tried,
yet you've already changed my life.
Thank you,
with everything I can describe.

[James and Watt]

Through the overcast nothing could be grasped,
and stars only fall out of the dead night sky,
and it's been so long since I've looked up high.
Can these aging eyes still see?
Can they even still believe?
Tell me they didn't shoot through to the end of nights life.

I feel as If I've been comprimised,
by my own choice of sight.
The dark ground fills these green eyes,
with so much more than a lack of delight.

Again concentration flows away from me,
almost kin to the stream,
running from the peak.
And as the passion dwindles,
So does the color of my face.

Take chase after this fickle trickle,
But the body can't breathe,
the mouth cant produce the spittle.
The heart starts to over heat,
the muscle starts to tear and feel weak.

These fluid emotions,
are the only change to gauge.
So without thought I take chase,
but the terain is tough,
and it called my bluff.

It knew I was unprepared,
unaware and foot bare.
It knew I was not nocturnal
with not so much as star light to guide.
So the chase could have been called much more and less,
for the trickle escaped with no distress.

But three souls have grown bloody and bruised,
and once again left so much more than confused.
By the ideas they've themselves decided to muse; their own abuse.
Of each others failures they start to acuse.

Suddenly a creature all at odds with oneself,
pale as snow melt,
with no passion or creativity to be felt.
Only body pressure crash after weak knees collapse.
Cries turning to the sky,
yearning for sight of a loving guide.

But through the overcast nothing could be graspped,
and stars only fall out of a dead night sky,
and it's been so long since I've looked up high,
Can these aging eyes still see?
Can they even still believe?
Tell me it didn't shoot through to the end of nights life.

[James and Watt]

Do you believe in love at first sight?
What about love at first write?
How about love at first poetic insight?
What then of love in the first quote that spoke of light?
Love through hours of cooperative contented delight?
Love through lyrical conversations that were near silent as night?

Hopes and dreams that speak vocally beyond vast pages,
as untold counts of characters break through the cages,
Stretching out across a lonely land mass through thin connections of unquestioned trust,
that despite the distance are assuredly the most robust,
And the words written aloud around love,
have been on the cusp,
waiting for the bridge to grow thick with such.

Hearts make many things a must,
you for one.
And though to know that frustration,
could only be on the end of this particular sides creation.
Makes the time pass particularly fast in contrast to the past.
Where your words and heart were this ones match every morning.
Instead of once a week or two have amassed as time passed.

But this heart piece still beats for you,
and this mind cant help but think of you,
cant help but cautiously dream of you.
reach for you,
because of you,
dear love of mine.

[James and Watt]

Please I just need some time,
you see, just to unwind.
Before my mind becomes comprised
to a singularity of emotion multiplied,
before it implodes outwards.

Give me a break now,
or I swear it'll be in just a few hours.
And you will be the first victim of this mental meteor shower.
I hope you're ready for this pending late bombardment.

It might just reface the surface of your celestial carpets.
But again,
no need to start s**t.
Just give me a couple of days.
A nice little vay-cay,
away from this stressful place.
Quickly now,
before I detonate.