Fresh Air From The Age

“I see a harbor filled with masts and sails, wearied by the sea wind that wearies me.”

And Now–

I said never before and thought never again,

that the sweet ain’t as sweet without the sour.

The night lay bare before me–

no secrets withheld,

no promises made,

no consolations.

I just saw its frazzled nerves,

its lack of sound or sense,

its disappointment.

I saw in that night my own predilections,

plentiful and varied,

saying only,

“A night like tonight will not be incidents isolated–

at this rate, nights like tonight will echo for some time.”

And now–

I find the island dreams alive within a few days time,

I lack the constant perspective of that night and various other before it.

No longer lacking sound and sense, id like to think,

I find myself someplace new,

someplace I can see the things many wonder about.

Itll be a most special day when I can give these things a name like so many others before me have.


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