The ties which bind us together
through bright and friendly weather
but when skies turn gray
and those friends go away
the remainder are brothers.

Let go of your fears
and quit holding your tears
you could part the skies
with all of your sighs
over the years.

Yes, you will age
with every turn of the page
but do so with grace
and a smile on your face
and they’ll call you, “Sage.”

These accursed butterflies
fill my stomach up with lies;
they say to hold her tight
not tomorrow, but tonight –
desperation crystallized.

I carry along
both the sword and the song
barely breaths apart
in the depths of my heart,
right where they belong.

On dark days I realize
I cannot even recognize
the man in the mirror –
just who is this terror
coldly meeting my eyes.

I want to walk the burning miles
and face all the bitter trials
with you at my side
as we take the long years in stride
and conquer them in style.

I just want to hold her,
I just wish I’d told her
how much she meant,
how she was heaven-sent
but that spark grew colder.