Cup Half Full

in the dusk we’re naked as the trees in winter
oblivious the evening is a splendid blur
meditating on questions that we’ll ask each other forever
the angels know
i hear them laugh
while we’re floating on
a fictional raft
perpetually
push and pull
the cup is half full
soft and scared as a baby seeing its first sun
unprepared like a soldier on the run
hesitating on chances and decisions that are out of our control
the angels know
i hear them laugh
while we’re floating on
a fictional raft
perpetually
push and pull
the cup is half full
hysteria has a sense of love and pride
forever we a promise that remains two sides
meditating on questions that we’ll ask each other forever
the angels know
i hear them laugh
while we’re floating on
a fictional raft
perpetually
push and pull
the cup is half full