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.