Don’t wait

Don’t wait for things to happen,
don’t wait for the leaves to fall,
don’t wait for roses to bloom,
don’t wait, no, don’t wait at all;

Don’t wait for the tides to turn,
don’t wait for the next full moon,
don’t wait to show you love me,
love me now – not later, not soon;

Don’t wait to remember and smile,
don’t wait, waiting is but a lie,
say you miss me this instant,
please, don’t wait for me to die.

Forty

Then as you turn a decade older,
The heart turns ten degrees colder;
The outward smile warps inward now,
The lines deepen the widened brow.
Age has taught much as it should,
Have you learnt as much as you could?
Are there newer hurts left to feel?
Are there newer hopes left to reveal?
Is there time left for parched lips to kiss?
Is there anything left for you to miss?
Do the rhymes fail and fall blank
Into talent that was never frank?
Smiles are ready. Regrets are uncertain.
Loss made sure all rules lay broken.
As you move from white and black to grey,
Fuck what you do and hear and say.
People are never who they appear,
In time you know, they will all disappear;
Hands that held yours were just hotter air –
Tragic; but belief taught you despair.
This air flows in and out much like breath,
It will flow on, perhaps until death.
Smile, though what you feared would surely hold,
Turn rusting iron into molten gold.
Wear the coronet and rise and shine.
You won you with the passage of time.

Mine

if you show me your wet mouth
if you open it and speak
if you plant a seedy doubt
in this heart so strangely weak

then your mouth shall be taken
by this tongue that forgives time
and your heart will awaken
and beating shall become mine