Real Life

 There's life.

There's life in the swaying branch,

And it's swaying leaves.

There's life.

There's life in the smile,

And in those tears.

In this chair, in this table,

In this phone, pen, paper.

Oh my dear,

Be with me.

I am this moment.

You and I belong here.

Stop your infatuation,

Stop your flirting,

With the past and the future.

They are just your imagination.

This moment.

You and I.

In this moment 

Is all that is real.

At Midnight

A quietness, a certain stillness,

At midnight.

All dissolving in the darkness,

Me becoming a part of the vastness.

At midnight.

The one running the show,

The creator, more than ever alive,

Oh the madness,

At midnight.

Where yesterday kisses, embraces,

Today, and today does to tomorrow,

Only for a moment, like no other,

At midnight.

Me, I sit, and be,

There is nothing else I can do,

But get intoxicated in it's fragrance,

At midnight.