I am Here

That box of wine ain’t big enough for me to drown in

But I wade through it to find life on the other side.

On the other bank I leave that old life for a night of sin

Though I prefer to call it a guilt free unabashed thrill ride.


Funny how even the best freeing intentions are consumed

Not with guilt, not with lust, but with a flicker of love flame.

Though I cry, whine and whallow for that special doom

I’m brought back to silence and tender thoughts so tame.


I am here, I was there.

In that minute, you were aware

I am here, You are there.

In this moment, I own dispair.


I will not preach to the choir and correct our harmonies

If we walk in step though distant, I will embrace that gift

Unlike the dictator of good and evil, I strive for ease

I will hold my inner cries for an absence of rift.


Though I keep coming back, like a penny or a boomerang

It’s hollow without words that can bind emotions like mortar

So while I hear the words, I sit in my corner with no harangue

I’m at peace, but in the mirror I see my life grown shorter.


I am here, I was there.

In that minute, you were aware

I am here, You are there.

In this moment, I own dispair.


By Dave Schipper © 2010 Rose Riversongs