
True companions…

True companions…
The Moon was so full it burst. Stars so angry they cursed. Lightening so brightening. Thunder so frightening. As if it was all rehearsed….
Friday night, weekend. Ezra Pound by my side. Blues subdued. Mellow feelings. Slowly healing. Ignoring the double dealings…..

Just caught my attention…
why I ask…is this required every evening? these memories I relive day after day…at night twice the price to pay?
Chasing sparrows. Wishing I was one. Chirping, flying! Such fun! Answering to no one!
inside my mind…I cannot hide…she will be here…it’s very clear…I try to resist…then I remember her kiss…