Just This Night

"Just This Night"

(For you, whoever...and wherever you are)

I wonder if it is like this for you...
Watching the tides, laughing at the dances of the the birds..

seeing the beauty of the trees ...
Hearing the intricate rhythms of the crickets
...and how they must give us a hint of joy as
The orchestral brilliance of frogs and katydids do ...

I wonder if you could love the depth of this writer,
and if you laugh at the antics of the thieving crow...

I see in your eyes, and in the reflection that is your face ...
you are strong, resilient...and this guides you, even when your highs...are so very low.

The salty mist from these shores have soaked my skin... for too I have pondered finding others to walk....
But now, I look for you...and listen for your voice,
a voice I've never heard, 
pondering each syllable upon each and every gust...
It is there that I can hear your voice,
Your footsteps...
It is there that i sense your candor, your smile...your light.
How childish are these sentiments of short quips and elaborate narratives that I now share with you?
You ask me for nothing, and yet I can't stop the turret that has opened my heart to you. I pray you understand ....

Toleration is all I ask for this pilgrim, this man...this soul to sing his songs of the heart ...
and fade into obscurity. 

It's the "real" that i love. The insatiable desire to know it...to be it...perhaps it would not be fair to tally it as an obsession, only a living prayer, a living moment suspended in time...every bit as real as it ever was...only now dreaming , and what might become.
These are the voices I hear....from across the pond ...to these shores where I now live.
Gregory Sexton

This Blue Train (Reprise)

You have found me...

you left my side, my mind, my sanity by the road long ago. 

But now I sit with you ...here...and alone. 

Nothing is said ...only silence mimics our conversation...

I knew you would be here as I saw you on the dark clouds that were fast approaching.

 But ...what do you want of me?

 I have nothing left to give ..nor have I more to lose. 

I can't battle you on this field; as you hold the advantage, I have no one to stand with me ...

to rally the final charge ....in shallow hopes of dislodging you from my mind. 

My conscience is my only voice now...

I ponder this stranglehold I thought once gone.

 I tell myself to hold on to the voice of reason..

to let this "blue train" pass. 

Why have I chosen today to wage this battle? 

Perhaps I'm tired of the retreat...the sanguine memories of what might have been. 

This blue train has stationed it's patrons and porters just outside of my glance. Lonliness is your choice of cruelty and stratagem.
I have known this loneliness before...

I know the rules...

silence is the code.
But I won't play to your unilateral standard ...not this time .

 Encryption will divulge the heart...to those that look to see, and listen to hear.
Tomorrow..the next day..maybe next month...

eventually you will retire from this station...and I will remain behind. 

I will be here, pondering the next journey that is before me.

 Wondering how long it will be before I see those blue plumes upon my horizon once again.

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