NIRVANA IN LABOR

SOMETHING TELLS
ME
NOT TO LET
YOU GO
THE TIME
IS NOT YET
UPON US:
WE NEED TO
CREATE MORE
GENIUS BEFORE
I TRADE YOU
IN FOR A NEW
MODEL
I REALLY DON’T
WANT,
WHY DO WE
ALWAYS HAVE
TO HAVE
NEW
WHEN THE
OLD
SOFT
HAPPY
EASY WAY
IS AVAILABLE,
IT COMFORTS
MY SOUL
TO KNOW
THAT EVERYTHING
I NEED
LIES WITHIN
YOUR REACH
THE MESSAGE
IS SLIPPING
THROUGH THE
CRACKS:
TO SAY THAT
RENEWING
THINGS WILL
NOT FIX
MY INDECISION
MY TEMPER
OR MY PASSIONATE
LOVE
FOR CREATING
A MOMENT
TO SHARE
WITH THE
EYES OF THE
WORLD,

YOU’VE BEEN
THERE
WHEN I HAD
THAT YEN
IN THE CHILLY
WINTER OF
FORBODDEN
CITIES
AND THE SUMMER
OF MY FANTASY
WHERE I SAW
IT FROM THE
OUTSIDE,
GAZING FROM
A MOTEL
WINDOW
I KNEW THAT
MY CITY OF
DREAMS
LAY FAR
NORTH
OF THE SANDS
AND BANDS
OF SUNSET LOVERS,
IT ALL DISAPPEARED
WHEN I WAS
SO SURE
I WAS IN HEAVEN
BY ACCIDENT,
AND NOW I
WILL REPENT
AND STAY
WITH YOU
MY HEART
MY MIND
LEAVING THE
DAY BEHIND
WHERE I
LISTENED TO
ANOTHER VOICE,
I HAVE A
CHOICE
AND I CHOOSE
YOU…
I DO.

©J.W. WINSLOW 10/1/17