“There is no easy way to say this so I’ll just say it, I met
someone. It was an accident, I wasn’t looking for it, I wasn't on the make it
was a perfect storm. “
-Hank Moody, Californication
I’ll start this tour, of a little nuance
Unabridged and yet mildly wavered, to where it brings the peace to
dawn and light to nights.
Weaving a story in the mind, over minuscule brewing conversations,
Something imaginable
Something engaging
Something tangible
Something as comfortable as the sun rise,
And true as an eclipse.
Moonlit banshees and long awaited escapades
Harbor thoughts of a long night’s wait,
Yet when the sight of familiarity breaches my wall, it’s known
It’s understood as a great find because there is a light that never
goes out.
In the unattainable expanse of words and thoughts alike,
Seldom does one conjure a few notes that will carry you home,
But in the rest where everything fails and the hour remains,
Remember I will always be in a club with you in 1973.