We are but two strangers
Across a distant shore
Who share hello
and nothing more
Yet, still… there is
beauty in this
My sometimes friend
My sometimes muse
My light within
My soulful truth
Alas, of this-
You know not-
for I keep it secret
Within my heart…
An open scroll
on the waves
faded words
floated on
white billows.
I am still lost at sea.
Deserve?
What an amorphous word!
“I really didn’t deserve that.”
“He got just what he deserved.”
Is there a deserve committee?
Does it have international units?
Deserve is more like a bullseye
Drawn around some stray arrow
That landed I know not where
What are you talking about?
