Oct 2023
I've been thinking about what love is...
And I've not a clue.
A home, safe from the tides that bash against shores?
Where one may rest a heavy head, without a need for alertness?
Or is it a challenge, one fought with an eager grin?
A back and forth where blades are forged sharper than before?
What of a mix? The two intertwined?
What or why? Oh, what and why?
When a tug beckons the heart
What does it mean?
I've not a clue.
And I've not a clue.
A home, safe from the tides that bash against shores?
Where one may rest a heavy head, without a need for alertness?
Or is it a challenge, one fought with an eager grin?
A back and forth where blades are forged sharper than before?
What of a mix? The two intertwined?
What or why? Oh, what and why?
When a tug beckons the heart
What does it mean?
I've not a clue.
Old timey phrasings feel more poetic and dramatic in my head, like an elegant performance set forth upon a stage, where chandeliers light a performance un-needing of further brightness.
