calming peace—spirit like a whispering river
looked up at the clouds trying to discern my fortune
but they parted- and there was nothing left
sky puts on a heavy jacket of charcoal gray
very cool go inside breeze came up
solar sun set behind the mountains
icy skeletal fingers of the dark/// creeping shadows overran the landscape
half moon, twinkling stars, chilly wind
always thought stars were overrated
I’ve found that stars have always been
‘don’t want to get involved’ bystanders
she said she loved me and my mind danced
like no one was watching as they say
the night grew longer and I had my suspicions
the music grew louder and darker, or maybe it only seemed that way
sunday morning often has a far different perspective than Saturday night
last night was all like a vague dream that I couldn’t remember clearly
it didn’t feel the same because it wasn’t
my heart was full of love and ache
drove over to the beach to spend the day with the seagulls
the ocean was trying to tell me something and luckily I’m fluent in ocean
it told me that it wasn’t real at all, it was just the liquor talking
ate my dinner at a beachside restaurant tonight
while a portrait of Hemingway stared at me, mocking me on several counts
I was a lonely wanderer once more, so I called myself on the phone
but there wasn’t much to say
the wind blows a different tune for the lonely
