I was
standing and looking out over the
San
Jacinto mountain range.
Those mountains were named for
the patron saint
Hyacinth.
I felt so at peace out in the desert.
The calm, stillness,
it promoted a feeling of well -being.
But I knew that in a few days,
I would find myself in a completely different time zone.
It was a rushed departure,
but a journey that I knew I had to make.
And yet, I couldn't shake this feeling that
I was leaving someone behind.
Someone that I had only known for
a relatively short amount of time
But in that short amount of time,
I'd grown to care for her a great deal
I'm standing here at platform one
Far away from the ponds and sun
There's a gentle snow across a sky
of blue I send a frosty kiss to you
As I lean into the
English wind
Chantelagues eased by cinnamon
In a piping hot glass of tea and rum
With ginger and chrysanthemum
No place I would rather be
Than in your room with you next to me
Like the canyons and the hummingbirds
It's a beauty I can't quite put into words
I miss you bad and I need you soon
In your embrace as we
stand and look in awe
At the blood red moon
At the blood red moon
During the feudal period of
Japan, there were a class
of samurai called ron in.
These were men who had no lord
or master.
They were known to be drifters or wanderers,
somehow vagrant.
The word ronin means wave
man or wandering man.
Often these ronin had fled or
deserted their master's land.
and found themselves
socially adrift.
These men had no master,
but they were also master of none.
Na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na, na...
wouldn't believe
the things I've seen
From
Finsbury
Park to
Golders
Green
From
City
Road
Lock to
Barnabone
A waveman looking for a home
Listen to the universe and ride the wave
Be humble, be courageous,
be smart, be brave
Some words I thought I'd never say
Honey, I'm home,
how was your day?
But I knew that in a few days,
I would find myself in a completely different time zone.
I had grown to care for her a great deal.
Gin and tonic on the fold -out tray
99 pages of
Hemingway
Between the marlin and the sharks
Cling to me, darling, when it gets dark
Paper or plastic, shaken or stirred
So many choices in a mixed up world
But if the heavenly bodies somehow align
So let our love and souls combine
Under the blood red moon
Under the blood red moon
On the plane ride over, I re -read
The
Old
Man and the
Sea.
It blew my mind to read this book that
I'd first picked up as a boy of 12 or 14.
And to look at it through
a grown man's eyes.
Same big questions.
Man versus nature, the sheer size and power of the sea,
its depth, its width, I couldn't
shake this form.