Semi-Daily Scribbles

windswept dissonance
dragging you through the underbrush
you sang that chorus once and it
chimed at night as the tempo knocked me down
drown out the babble
bring on the shadow
tear down the bridge that brought me back around
can't be called a quest if you're tired of looking
you can't claim discovery if I've found you first
try to untangle what's laid out so neatly
those vague recollections will soon prove their worth
just another verse to you
unifying the discordant notes
swaying in time above us
testing the river's edge as the stones we step on
provide sound footing
a physical presence in the garden of light
it is this picture I've kept playing
with the volume turned up high
never wanting to forget what was left up to chance
three steps back will get you ahead
if the plan was to return
to the moment when our voices
drove out the dark