Dark grey swirling storm clouds,
In a vast chasm.
The cold pierces my skin,
Like a carefully trained arrow.
When Kristofferson sings:
“Help Me Make It Through the Night.”
I feel lonesome,
My heart murmurs:
“Keep me searching for a heart of gold.”
And then I get that feeling,
like I’m being watched.
Like a fawn being stalked in the forest by a mean ole mountain lion...
Well, maybe not like that.
But like a mortal being watched from afar by a curious fairy tale creature.
That’s what I feel.
I feel a coziness inside me.
The looming storm opens up,
The sun pokes its face through,
And my heart flutters with joy.
Reminds me of a song,
“You Make Me Feel So Young.”
I practice my guitar,
The strings let out the timbre of a mahogany Fender.
I start dressing myself up better,
New shoes, better hygiene.
I get passionate about old hobbies,
I need some hand planes, new screwdrivers, and a dovetail saw.
I think of her day and night.
Found a new song today,
“It Must be Love.”
Not from Madness,
The one from Don Williams.
I want to make her feel:
And that’s because I love her.