Lost in Your Arms

When you are up then I am down.
When I have a smile, you wear a frown.
I'm all alone when I'm with you.
What's gone wrong with what we do?

I'm lost in your arms,
So lost in your arms
Can you please tell me how I got lost in your arms?

If I were you then you'd be me.
If you were jailed then I'd be free.
I'm so lonely when you're with me.
What's gone wrong that we can't see?

I'm lost in your arms,
So lost in your arms
Can you please tell me why I got lost in your arms?

Nearby but not together
Together but so alone
Alone with you is lonelier by far than being on my own

I'm lost in your arms,
So lost in your arms
Can you please point the way to escape from your arms?


Copyright William T. Reeves, 2014

Beggar's Ballet

This comes from an experience I had sitting in traffic in Lahore, Pakistan.

I was in a fine car on a big street in a poor land.
And as we stopped out of nowhere came a hand.
It danced and swayed, dipped and waved.
I had never seen a more beautiful hand.
Asking, beckoning, beguiling.
I'd never seen such a beautiful hand.
Dancing the beggar's ballet.

Because it's a fine line between want and need.
A short hop between slave and free.
I wish I knew what I want 'cause I sure don't know what I need.
Dancing the beggar's ballet.

The dancing hand came from a legless man.
Who traveled the world on a square wood slab.
No one sees him but for his hand.
I have never seen a more beautiful hand.
Asking, begging, smiling
I've never seen such a beautiful hand.
Dancing the beggar's ballet.

Because it's a fine line between want and need.
A tiny distance from lost to free
Please tell me what to want 'cause I sure don't know what I need.
Dancing the beggar's ballet.

I'm like the beggar and my hand sways too
Chasing pennies on a slab of wood
Come dance with my pretty hand,
Have you ever seen such a beautiful hand?
Asking, begging, pleading.
Have you ever seen a more beautiful hand?
Dancing the beggar's ballet

Because It's a fine line between want and need
A narrow space between slave and free
Won't you tell me what I need, because I just don't want to be
dancing the beggar's ballet.

To Know You

To want you
need you
you

To feel you tremble 

and hear you breathe
To see your tears

and make them leave.

To know your joy

and laughter too, 

To smile myself and 

laugh with you.

To know you
feel you
You

And when our time is done
in death, despair or ruin.
I am more for knowing you 

and you for knowing me.

And in the end when life  

has no more time to run,

You are more for knowing me 

and I for knowing you.

To understand you,

Love you,
You.

To live so that at the end of days, 

when all this world is done.
All of time cannot deny

that I knew you. 

And was found,
known and
changed
by you.

You.