Last night left
thoughts interrupted
my trembling words unspoken
not because i meant to
but because i was selfish
and because i am an excuse
to not sleep through
our turmoil
does it affect you too?
so i listened
to words i thought you spoke
through Gilmour’s rowing boat
while i lie waiting
it is worth noting
to sail away in your dreams…
we add our tears
to the waters rising -high
as i watch you drift…
or maybe -still
you will allow me to be
a friend mistreated.
seasons: a poetic journey 