(draft from the past)

i wait for the sun to shine
and i wait for you to call
and i wait for your name to come up
on my computer screen
while i wait for the sun to shine
i paint the color yellow
as i listen to alexi murdoch
and page france
while i think of you
as i paint the color yellow
i walk back and forth to school
and my feet try not to slip
and my hands try not to shake

2 AM

there is something i love about 2 AM
being up driving around your small home town
no traffic; blinking lights
the only places with moderate life are the bars
and when you drive by, the energy warms you
because those people are up at 2 AM as well
and maybe they feel the same way
the way your eyelids hang; exhausted and glimmering
removed from the body like the beacon of the lighthouse
and your body just slumps, yet pulses
each breath a meditation
it is so quiet
and the air is turning
from midnight to dawn
gravity shifting
and maybe your on the moon
everything around you floating up to the sky
becoming stars
numb shining stars
i am one of them.