and it must be time to restart touching base with my foundations. lost and distracted... to keep track again on that light, however blurred or faint. it was with a clear purpose and with that to refocus.
tomorrow should mark the notice that not in the country of last things, it is in relearning and rediscovering the double-bladed value of how to be alone that we relearn and rediscover how it is to (re)connect.
i may have wanted to sing that somewhere or connection song
or think of a brightly colored pony galloping over
but underneath i may feel for the leprechaun's a hundred pieces
less or more.
i may have wanted to see more as the band permeated the dividing lines of sky, earth and sea
and maybe dug deeper to an underground or underwater floor.
and where lies the true colors
less or more
somewhere under one rainbow may be another
less and more.
there was a push and pull compelling
more than two hours over and under and sideways and midways
i am one step closer or maybe back twenty flights
to finding that rising into fit and proper places
in time and space.
a push and pull compelling
will bring me back home,
if a bird flew zipping past through my melodramatic view
i would not notice it as much as i would notice it
were it another clue
(or i would give in)
and give due
for more than a year
i counted gradually losing you.