My name is Davis MacLeod Haines. I was born and raised in Alabama, I live in Chicago, I am in a band called whysowhite (whysowhite.com) and I believe in Love. This is my mind.
And in the course of one night,
With just a hint remaining of the soft flickering light,
the candle in the back of my he(art) is
Honesty is the sexiest policy.
For the Dreamers
You always knew it was possible
As soon as you picked up your first stick and saw a wand or a sword or a spaghetti noodle,
You knew there was a Universe of possibilities in every little thing the Light touches
Another Universe in the ones the Light doesn’t
The walks you’d take yourself on, through the backyards of the Cosmos, verdant otherworlds, haunted houses on hills that are alive with the sound of your own imagination,
You knew that if To-day, you are an elf, than an elf you would be,
"And there’s no stoppin’ me, world! You hear that?! Try and make me go home for supper!"
You could fall in Love and dream in a third with the way that her backpack bounced behind her
Daydreaming that it was a basket of bounty from the Garden of Forever
The chicken wire fence that separated your tiny kingdoms was a mile-high wall with one loose brick desperate for you to pull it out and whisper sweet everythings into its darkness
And when backyards became alleyways, haunted houses became busted storefronts and sticks became broken bottles,
when kings got jobs and castles foreclosed
was it gravity that weighed you down or
was it you who forgot how to fly?
a Love letter for PWelbs
Do you realize that
Your belief was enough?
That’s all we needed, just another spark to get the fire of our
he(art)s to Light
We were content with that and happy to see how long the logs would burn,
but you sat there, lost in its glow
And something within you, deep,
kept you by fireside, feeding it
and You would argue, humbly,
"Someone has to tend the flames"
as you gaze into the universe inside them
their flare ablaze in your eyes
And if everyone else had crawl’d away to sleep, there you’d sit
knowing you wont quit, can’t quit
because it is more than a spark and a flame
but a Pile of Dreams and the Light of Love