Forward

Feet planted in the shadowy abyss
I square my shoulders
Set my lips and grin
What optimism never lets me miss

I glimpse the pinholed
sky, there's hope I'll win
I know
so I write.

22, babe!!

And we sat
under a tree
that rained
caricatures of spiders
And there I was–
my chatter putting so much distance
from the gun's firing
And there you were–
listening,
your words with
a deliberation
that always leaves me
straining
for that unfinished phrase–
there we were,
here we are.

This is harder,
babe,
this writing something for you...
because a sonnet
won't cut it.
You'd shatter it
in a single
glance–
hell to flattery
and its friends
Don't bother
saying it if
all form,
no
substance...
and lord! the
glass that has
hailed
the sidewalk
if I could
put us into words,
as we sip our
bitter drinks,
it's who we are,
and what we do.

To think that
you've driven me
even more
spontaneous,
while pushing
me to defend
to the diction
my words which
are sometimes less
of thought...
to think
that I can't
yet
even
pinpoint all the effects
of our vibrant ship...

Jessica R. Daniel
meine Lieblingsfreundin
I see a beautiful girl
caught
bemidst
what should be
and what isn't
far too wise
for most to know
Ich will nur dein Glück
and passion
can't exist in a
vacuum
Nothing exists
in a
vacuum.

Eile mit Weile
It's your eternal motto–
you just
don't know it yet
in those precise words.
Time without the hurry
all-consuming schedule...
time to be.
What the world needs
and what we
will
always give it
as night falls
and we escape the
city
of our captivity
the headlights
pave
a country road
speed
narrated by
the music
emblazoned
crosst our souls
Meeting once again
with
the thrilling Unfamiliar
in a mad
culmination of...
für immer??
Only to us.

I love you across the mountains, seas,... past that brilliant horizon we are ever watching– the sun's getting brighter, babe. Here's to 22– your brightest yet!! To a badass year and one hell of an adventure that's right around the corner. <3