Human

I am human deep down inside,
Though my eyes (open wide)
Could be those of a creature deep
In darkened woods where devils sleep.
And I am capable, all the while,
All the while, to cry and to smile
At the same damn time.

This is mine, the endless room
That contains nothing, and
Your face is yours but mine
In captured memories. I recall
That the wind was cold and crisp
But warmed my face and
Made the both of us match
In toothy smiles like children.

I am human: I do not make sense.
I am economically conservative,
But a social liberal, and friends of mine
Cry rallies for men that I would rather gone.
I am quiet and I argue
Until the walls of the halls crash down
And the moss grows fat on the ground.
The cold of the rain soothes my scalp
But to dry a jacket takes time,
And your hair plastered to your face
Makes you beautiful and ugly.

They will analyse me in future places
With future faces, future faces,
Made from the casts of ancient places.

I fight with you and we sometimes can't speak
For fear of screaming or laughing out of turn
And so we remain silent. But in the end
I also love you more than I know how
To understand myself, let alone
Communicate to you. So I will buy the coffees
And you the cake
And hope we both understand what neither of us can.

I want to travel the world if I can only
Step outside the comfort zone without
Your hand in mine to ground me.
I wish not to be grounded these days
But I want a line to come home
When the sun sinks in the sky
For the sight of the moon on the ocean waves
Has never been my idea of beauty.

And I can laugh at the offensive
And fight on the side of both the
Oppressive and oppressed
Depending on the war.

A beach in the north
Was the warmest place I've ever been.
Our toes were blue in the lapping tide
Of the North Sea. An icy wind
Blew in off the foggy horizon
And our hair got tangled
In the Geordie winds.
But it was the warmest place I've ever been
And we walked the icy sand
Hip to hip and hand in hand.

I will wear out my lonely shoes
On lonely roads
And drink from country pubs
In leagues of hills I won't remember
And call them beautiful.
I will carry photographs
Of the people I've left behind
Deep in my heart and take new pictures
Every day of my life.

I am human somewhere inside.
There is a form to me
That makes me that.
You and I, we don't make sense
And we are impossible to comprehend.
And yet that is understood
For we are human, behind the eyes.