Blotted Signals

It was a simple sentence
Jumbled words in simple order
It was a thoughtless phrase
Never twice considered
But what leaked from your pen
and bled down the page
An ominous ink blot
Maybe something?
Never nothing.
Where do whispers leave their marks?
Where echoes imprint yesterday's repetitions
Why confuse your readers so?
Unintentional prophecy that rewinds life
Autumn repeating over and again
What blot proceeded this thought
Summer is almost over
Is the sun saying goodbye again?
Will winter come to another heart...

Propinquity

I may be in over my head here...
I may be swimming too far out...
I may be loosing my grip soon...
If I keep hanging onto this cloud...

The push to decide is ever pressing
The weight in my heart could crush the world
I can't seem to find the compass point now
As it keeps pointing between here and there

A step and I'm out in the open
My heart will be in the cross hairs
Is it fear that keeps me waiting?
Fear of a mistake I couldn't bare

All the world's one big show, yeah
All the world is a symphony
But will my life play the same tune
Or will it break the droll harmony?

I may be in over my head here...
(Have I lost my mind to think this?)
I may be swimming too far out...
(Have I already gone too far?)
I may be loosing my grip soon...
(Did I really ever have it?)
If I keep hanging onto this cloud...
(If I keep finding faces in the clouds...)