let the mud flow

I've got five minutes to 7 AM, yet it's 10:55 PM local time. I've got thoughts whirling through the head, is hard to rest my mind. I'm calling out into the night skies - awake and rise? Smile just one more time? I know there are likelier situations, but I am bullheaded, stubborn; headstrong. I'm not about ready to let this slip through my fingers. Regrets? I've had them. Hurts? I carry them. Wounds? I bear them. But all of this is done in hope - don't let me down. Though I know, if truth be told, that I'm the one who always lets you down. I ain't close to perfect; I ain't close to anything good. I'm a dark broken cistern - dog-paddling through the very mud I hold.

reminders

I'm learning to turn my heart back to you; again. Names and dates fade and all that I can cling to is you. Teach me your ways; write them deep into my flesh. Guide my steps, my anxious acts. Bridle my tongue and make me to sit silently waiting for you.

black tower friend power

The hour approaches and the midnight sun is high in the sky. A stained wooden table before me is covered with remnants of the days events. Enjoying the company of a good friend and the tunes of S. Stevens, the swelling of a red tide breakis over my lips. My glass is full; the day is good and full. I am thankful, and try to remain so even as the morning now approaches and the coming day brings it's new challenges. Yet even tomorrow, amidst the daily grind, a beam of light is expected from across the seas shorelines - with a little message just for me. Does that make me selfish or does that make me shellfish? I'll hold onto it as a clam does it's pearl.

Telescope tell me something?

Looking for compassion in the passive masses, but I can't find anyone who cares to share passes or lift glasses to each exciting day we've amassed on this passage. Putting pen to paper making a map in hopes of calling out a classy lass, for across the seas another shore holds the treasure I'm in search for. X marks the spots and I'm digging this thing that we've got going -- so raise your glass, here's to hoping that we can find a way to see this friendship sail across the expanses, through uncharted waters, to claim new land; and a life hand in hand.