船在湖上走，人在畫中遊.

Like Janis

And you measure for wealth by the things you can hold
And you measure for love by the sweet things you're told
And you live in the past or a dream that you're in
And your selfishness is your cardinal sin

And you want to be held with highest regard
It delights you so much if he's trying so hard
And you try to conceal your ordinary ways
With a smile or a shrug or some stolen cliche

But don't you understand
And don't you look about
I'm trying to take nothing from you
So why should you act so put out for me?

"Cause emotionally you're the same basic trip
And you know that I know of the times that you've slipped
So don't try to impress me, you're just pins and paint
And don't try to charm me with the things that you ain't

And don't try to enchant me with your manner of dress
'Cause a monkey in silk is a monkey no less
So measure for measure reflect on my said
And when I won't see you then measure it dead

'Cause don't you understand
And don't you look about
I'm trying to take nothing from you
So why should you act so put out
And sit there in wonder and doubt for me?

Rodriguez

Dream State

Without you, I am surely the last of our kind.
Without you, I am surely the last of my kind.

Lucy Dacus

Empire Builder

This is not an escape

But I don't know how to hold someone 

without losing my grip

You'll say I was bound to leave

Since I first stepped across the border

Since I crawled into your skin

Thought I heard you whisper in the dark

That you knew where the light would be

Thought I saw your shape against the black

Thought I felt you moving beside me

We are not alone and we are more alone

than we've ever been

So hurry up and lose me

Hurry up and find me again

So I'll pass the lumber mills

I"ll pass the coal mines and the parks 

and the dried up oil fields

I'll pass a thousand lonely pines

that bend their backs against the sun

But I'll mistake the station birds 

for the sound of my phone ringing

Thought I heard you whisper in the dark

that you knew where the light would be

Don't wait for me to walk a straight line

You can only hold your breath so long

We are not alone and we are more alone 

than we've ever been

So hurry up and lose me

Hurry up and find me again

I am no less bound to you

Than when I crossed into your silence

when I held your solitude

But you never liked it when I'd play dead

and you wondered why my love songs 

are always the grieving kind

Why I wander off the search for 

my reflection in the crowd

Oh, forget I said love

and also, don't forget I said love

We are not alone and we are more alone 

than we've ever been

So hurry up and lose me

Hurry up and find me again

Laura Gibson

Plastic

I know what is to be broke and then be bold
Tell you that my silver is gold
Though I'm much too old for make believe
And I know what it's like to be hold and not be held
Funny how a stomach can fail
Seems that it's not cause it's swell and swollen

You got me
Shootin' cross the sky like a star
But nobody told me
To never let it get too far
See my silhouette, so you're standing scared of me
Can I  tell you a secret?

My wings are made of plastic
My wings are made up
and so am I

Moses Sumney

Someday We'll Linger in the Sun

Our love's a complex vintage wine
All rotted leaves and lemon rind
I'd spit you out but now you're mine

We bit the fruit, it seemed a lie
I'll never know which way was right
Now side by side we face the night

And I love you
And I love you

We walked the pier and back again
It was the most scared I've ever been
You held my hand until the end

And I love you
And I love you

Don't tell me we've got time
The subtle thief of life
It slips away when we pay no mind

We pulled the weeds out till the dawn
Nearly too tired to carry on
Someday we'll linger in the sun

Gaelynn Lea

FEBRUARY 29

An extra day—

Like the painting's fifth cow,
who looks out directly,
straight toward you,
from inside her black and white spots.

And extra day—

Accidental, surely:
the made calendar stumbling over the real
as a drunk trips over a threshold
too low to see.

An extra day—

With a second cup of black coffee.
A friendly but businesslike phone call.
A mailed-back package.
Some extra work, but not too much—
just one day's worth, exactly.

An extra day—

Not unlike the space
between a door and its frame
when one room is lit and another is not,
and one changes into the other
as a woman exchanges a scarf.

And extra day—

Extraordinarily like any other
And still
there is some generosity to it,
like a letter re-readable after its writer has died.

Jane Hirshfield

Dr. Seuss

Sometimes you will never know the value of a moment
until it becomes a memory.