For The One That’s Always Been There

Ancient empty streets too dead for dreaming
no longer call out to me.
Now that you’re here,
I find no need to search for a new world.
My weariness amazes me.
You take some of it on yourself.
Together we lay
And appreciate the bond we have formed.

(bold lines borrowed from ‘Mr. Tambourine Man’)

Contradiction

A light nearly as soft as her touch warmed their faces as dark drapes caught the bulk of sunshine like flies tangled in a web. Despite his neat appearance, the thoughts that cluttered his office desk mind were not organized. His dreams were not dressed in suits.
Everything about her was gentle. A meek smile was so easily coaxed out onto her sleepy face by a simple “hello.” Relaxed waves created a current through the black river rippling down her back.
The duo created a fantastic contradiction, and it was growing within her slightly bulging stomach. They became an oddball trio compiled by two companions and the product of the deepest of trusts.
She was never able to settle for very long. He glumly stuck to one office; the only uplifting fact about this trap was the knowledge that she would always know where to find him. Despite her wild cross-country habits, she always managed to make her way back to that cramped office.
She’d nudge him awake during his late night shifts with one fragile hand atop a broad shoulder. A lift of his head, a flutter to the chair, and royalty, love, and violence would be dealt.

Warm Memories

The wick was charred and worn from far too many demands to glow. No one can capture the sun in there hand all the time. She slowly stroked the metal wheel, allowing the rough bumps to caress her soft skin. The sky dotted with birds was forced to crash into the sea with a flick of her wrist. Her father never sailed a majestic ship such as this. A lighthouse never led him home from journeys on a sea he’d only ever seen in pictures. Oh, how she’d love to burn herself to bits and scatter herself within that scene; to ramble up a winding path and dive off of that cliff into the rough argument of the waves. With a thrash of the of the wheel, no flame greeted her. Her father extinguished the sun hidden beneath the ship’s deck. She was left cold.