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you didn’t call back
so i watched the movie
and fell asleep halfway through it
maybe i’ll finish it tonight
sans red wine (or not)
i slept really well

it was enough
we talked for hours
and it made me happy
the way the spiders do
that cast their lines
from the pine trees
and reel them back in the morning

they’re funny as they blow in the breeze
but they’re strong & they hold on tight;
they drop their lines at night
and reel them back in the morning

it’s such a relief to me
lost your true love,
“missed your soulmate,”
said the gypsy

it takes away all the pressure
easier to be me
and the farther you climb
the more you’ll find i’m a different kind
limbs like a sanctuary
not the moth, i’m the tree
you’ll need a place to stay & be free

i’m funny as i sway with the breeze
but i’m strong and my roots hold tight;
i laugh with the moon at night
and cry with the worms at morning

the farther you climb
the more you’ll find i’m a different kind
limbs like a sanctuary
not the moth, i’m the tree
a place to stay & be free

“when you’re not afraid to stay, i won’t be afraid…”

by JTW
©2012 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

my night last night was filled with the most bizarre lightning i’ve ever seen – horizontal red bolts that looked like something from a star trek episode (yes i love star trek, thank you very much) and so close you could feel the electricity filling the atmosphere. scary in a majestic way, gorgeous from a safe distance.

ironically, my day today also involved light – i was helping a friend of mine (who is a floral artist) hang strands of lights criss-crossed above a large ballroom, intertwining with a chandelier in the middle, for a wedding. it was oddly heavy, it was complicated, at times it was unsafe. some bulbs were burnt out and had to be replaced. some of them shattered if we accidentally bumped them. all we had to hang it with was double-sided tape, a lot of it. basically, it was a pain in the ass. and i’m sure the bride & guests loved it.

what you have is what you believe
so go ‘head & grieve
the loss of your dreams
by your own heart deceives
that which your own mouth decrees

when lightning split the trees
and she was down on her knees
begging you please
begging you please

you question and hold it up under
a starry blue-print shy of wonder
asking some rice for advice to ponder
till your pen claps with thunder
and it’s sawn asunder

when lightning split the trees
and she was down on her knees
begging you please
begging you please

don’t judge it before it’s too late
here’s one sock, where’s its mate
anger & fear turn to V8
till your eyes can’t see straight
and you attempt to sedate
cause those expectations berate

like a train hauling freight
what will you do with the weight
how do you know if it’s fate
if his trick is your trait
build a pond & ice skate

when snow fell on the trees
and he was down on his knees
begging you please
begging you please

both the lightning last night and the lighting i put up today were beautiful, depending on your perspective.

“it’s almost like being free…”

by JTW
©2012 JTW “jtwhitaker.com” All rights reserved.

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