I stare blankly at the moon,
half-veiled by clouds and tears.
Far from homeland,
while heavy rain shrouds wounds.
My soul wanders, seeking rest,
yearning for the finest wine and cheese.
Yet sorrow shrouds my soul,
has made my soul cease,
leaving my emotions adrift,
far away in an unknown place.
Questioning fate, is there truly any peace?

Laying beneath the car changing bands
like myself.
Try to fix problems I don’t fully understand.
Stripping bolt holes, saving wealth;
I’m feeling real loose.
Progress aborted, but still need my caboose.

Jack stayed for a while, standing his ground,
as I contemplate ways to fix and rebound.
Pondering days; I was happy in the fall
my mind in the sink, Jack cracked:
911 call.

Paramedics came rushing,
lights bright, can’t blink.
Beginning to realize I can’t even think,
just images of life and flowers adrift
the car was too heavy for me to lift.

The river of time continues to flow,
and yet here I stand -- unmoving.

Love is like a sailboat
when the tides are high
and rough,
in the midst of storm
We throw off the bowlines,
surrender the helm
to the winds
and choose to
adrift - into the unknown

Instead of the joy of coming into a port and stepping onto land, land
That is familiar and loving
In love
With having my feet home again
The earth below rejoicing
After so many months at sea

I am instead adrift.  There is unbroken horizon
Spread out vast all around me
My eyes ache in my head from only seeing the sun, only seeing
The flat blue waves

I am so ANGRY that I am unloved I am so ADRIFT without my home port
I call out and the wind pretends to be an answer
All I want is to be longed for
For someone to pace
For someone to watch the sea

Instead, two separate lives, one at sea, one at home.

Like, you float
and welcome the buoyancy
But
a mooring now and then
would be loved

Adrift...
Adrift and at peace..
Adrift toward nowhere..
Adrift toward everywhere..
Everywhere is adrift..
Nowhere meets the adrift..
Adrift in the light..
Adrift in the darkness..
I have found you adrift..
Adrift..

Ancient Seat of Versailles
Sweet shimmering palace
Place of majestic mirrors
Reflect the grand beauty you store
So that each vision
Is distorted and deformed
Yet still retains the brilliance
Of picturesque perfection
Like Capitalism unsoiled
Or Socialism Unspoiled
A duet of ideas
Promising the good life
The great life
Heaven, before it was hardened
By revolutionaries of reality

I am but a piece of wood
floating amidst the sea
I have no purpose here
no one is looking for me
I occasionally run into things
and as much as I plead
nothing seems to cling
I know not where I am going
Faded memories of where I have been
My future lies in the fog
my prayers go to the wind
I have but one guarantee
That some day I will have my dream
I will wash ashore
and call that place my home
forevermore