Confessions of a 5'1"

Hello, hey.
What'cha thinking about?
Why--I'm thinking about you.
I thought it was obvious, so obvious I asked.

What'cha dreaming about?
When you're awake?
Why--I dream about the what could have beens.
If it had been us.

Goodbye, see ya.
Soon--I hope.
But I think we can both agree
You weren't born to stay here.

Oh how does my mentality fare?
Fair, so very fair I say.
Much to the discouragement of my
once fairest of mental welfare.

I really haven't a clue, an idea or even a notion!
Of where, who and how to consider
This so dubbed "feeling" of a thing.
This that was so unexpectedly fallen into my
poor, frigid, pair of hands
whom, too, did not know whether to
Grasp with what instinct it would have,
and yearn to hold dearly to my heart.
Or perhaps... let it quietly slip through
the fingers as the captain of the mind so commands.

Because! That "feeling" of a thing.
This "feeling". Is not exclusively mine.
It is shared--this so called "feeling" of a thing.
And what is shared I cannot take from you.
You, whom possesses the very same state of affairs.
So it seems in the way this concludes is with
the very slight slackening of my once  hopeful fists.

And so, interpret this how you will, but...
Winter has never felt as cold as this.

Let me close my eyes

Breathe in.
Let me close my eyes
and breathe out.

I just want to close my eyes
so you don't feel as far away as you seem.

Brighter, always brighter
It is slowly making me blind
As happy as I am for you
I can't seem to help but feel
Like the shadow of my being
Is disintegrating the more you shine.
I'm not sure how to break it to you
But one day I'm going to have to turn away

Come forth all those times missing
The first being Me
Me who comes from the West
The ultimate place of the past.
Who be the second but he?
The one from below--South!
The only present we should ever gift.
And she, the third
Who floats from above,
The North who breathes infinity into our lungs.
And now we just need our fourth: You
Who isn't quite here yet
Because the East is where our future lies

How cruel that you managed to shut her mouth
from which she spills her heart
& blinded her eyes
from which she drank your grief.
You're killing more of her dreams
than failure ever could.

C1:
"Help! Please save us!" they cried and two ropes dangled down from the sky.
With a glance at each other, the brother and sister each took a line and climbed.
They climbed and climbed until they don't remember climbing anymore.
They didn't even remember they had been anything else but the moon and sun.
At least twice a year they meet during what we call the solar eclipse.
It is during this short period they are able to talk.
"How have you been?" the brother would ask.
"Not bad," Said the moon, "But its becoming so painful always seeing the dark"
"What do you mean?" asks the sun.
"In the dark, horrors happen. People kill and are left where its cold-It must be
oh so nice during the day when the world is lit up"
"Sister," Says the sun, "The day is not much better. People still do those things"
Night or day, its only ever been but a function of time and an angle of light or things that are bright.