Here I am yearning to live in the moment
Without a care of the future or the past
Without nihilism or skepticism
I am beginning to curl my lips even as you purse yours
There's this oppressive sense of zen
Almost as heavy as the summer air
That buzzes with Cicadas and rumbles of blue lightning
And echoes within my half filled glass of cognac
You speak of your faith and your conscience
Of consequences and realism
I listen, smile, nod in acquisence
A garb to my thoughts otherwise
My feet know not where they are headed
Neither does my heart
And yet I am calm
Yearning to simply live in the moment
The conversation we so greedily fetch out
The long afternoons of summer, both will end soon
I am yearning to live in the moment,
Look now...my fingers are reaching out to yours
