By Michael aka shareware aka tranman -- share_the_love@hotmail.com Date: 23 May 2000
Landing shuttles in Windows (94 and 2000)
They say that when landing a shuttle
you have a window of just a few minutes.
I believe that love and relationships
are exactly the same way
Successfully landing is like steering a giant brick
Through a drinking straw.
Too often we miss our chances
try to take the window after it is already gone
or take the wrong way down
To crash and burn
Too often we try to get in line
and by the time we're out in front
we've forgotten to take our turn.
And it doesn’t help
To moan and whine
To question and doubt
You gotta read the dial just right
And climb through that upstairs bedroom window when it’s open
Or pass on it gracefully when you’re sorry now
And it’s too late
And anyway she was hell to get along with
And though we can all be tragic
And though we all want a happy ending
It doesn’t end there.
It takes more than love.
It also takes timing.
And work.
And luck.
And sometimes
when you missed the window after the first time
there is no window there at all anymore
no window for a second time
because the weather changed and she found someone else
who is everything she wanted
everything she needs
everything inside that she wishes she could be
someone
who means everything
to her
And sometimes
Even though you weren’t really sure
You would take the window
if it was open
Even though you were
just looking in that direction
In a random glance
on the off chance
that you’d find the right window
and you kinda, sorta, somewhat-do, alright-I-admit-it wish
Yes -- wish
it were open anyway
And sometimes
It’s alright
Because there are other windows
Other places to land
And you can be happy
That she landed
Safe and sound
And smiling
When she says
I do.
Not to you.
It’s alright
As long as you
Are not so busy looking out a window
Watching her eyes
Watching things go by outside
Out the window
Of a train
It’s alright
As long as you
Are not so busy
Watching a window you missed
That you miss
Another window
Another life
Another absolutely beautiful
When she smiles
She helped me write this -- without helping me write this -- by giving me good music. My first muse. If you like this poem listen to these artists: Jude. Vertical Horizon. Lemonheads. Nine days.