Two weeks

This feeling- a right of the 20s,
An excitement filled with trepidation,
A wrong that couln't be more right,
The day has never shined so bright.

You pull, I resist.
You approach, I run.
You relent, I persist,
You desist, I pursue.

Will it end?
Has it even begun?
Or will it fade away,
As distance and time laugh in between.

Is it you,
Or the thought of you?
Do you just fill a gap,
Or did you create it?

Did I leave one cave,
just to rush into another?
Is it you?
Or art, expert by experience?

Am I falling?
Or crashing?
Are you wondering?
Are you still searching?

Your eyes have seen,
what I'm yet to see.
Will you encourage me still, or stifle me?
You belong to my soul's generation - not my body's.

I'm playing with fire,
but feel immune.
my time has come I say,
this dog too shall have its day.

But have I the strength that will be needed?
Or am I going to search for defences ?
Will I care what the stage thinks?
If I ever get to act with you.

I thought time was my friend,
Now I fear him.
The possible cloud he casts,
Over my vision of the future.

I'm not ready yet,
to let go.
Were you here?
Or just your shadow.

You're big enough to hold me,
but are you small enough to accept me?

Two weeks betters none,
Two seconds greater than one.
You will be down in the books,
Wherever sets the sun.

Leaves freeze,
Unmoving, sealed to the branch.
Moonlight,
Still and calm.
Don't let me slip away.
Won't you watch the sun rise again?
and set the leaves free.

Dont let me slip away.
Dont let me slip away.