I need a song to cement me in the
I need an image to drive me
I need an emotion to try to weave
around these figures.
I need a resolution to stitch onto
I can still see them so long
In the cabin, on a plane, by a
bedside, on a city street, by a lake, on a campus, in a terminal, holding a
child . . .
The characters and their destinies
usually are the same.
Once messy and broken, still
searching and hoping but finally finding some bit of peace.
Still messy and broken, but
The characters all have their theme
The stories all have their
Sometimes the roads are a bit too
rocky. Sometimes they weave around a bit too much.
Sometimes they’re not the easiest
to travel on. Nor the most enjoyable.
But the destination . . . that’s
the most important thing.
That’s always been the most
important thing to me.
Not sugar-coated sweetness though
that can come too.
Not fully-solved and
But eyes looking upward and a
spirit and soul mending.
That final destination is usually
smothered with silence. Which is ironic because the journey always begins with a song.
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