(Photo by A)
Early morning, late at night.
I heard someone talking about you again.
Unlike most he spoke in reverence of your peace, of your creative space.
Spoke out of love – no one else is around, up during your moment each day.
I haven’t visited in a while.
I have no excuses – only lies to me.
I need to stay up or get up.
4am the time for poetry, novels, stories and if I am lucky, the perfect sentence.
Only when I am trying to shut off my thoughts does my subconscious dance freely.
It’s a game we both play – a wicked dance.
When I need you or want you – you can’t help but saunter off into the corner.
Tucked away in comfort, drifting towards dreams you pull me out of bed.
A single scene, a glib piece of dialogue or a character that I know I’ve met but can’t place.
All entertainment, value and stories I need to hear but they don’t exist.
How can it be?
How can I put them down in words?
It will become an obsession –
It will eventually torment me –
Maybe that will be enough.
I am sorry I have been away for a little bit over a month. It has taken quite a bit of time to get my beer blog up and running. Not only that, but a scene for a new novel popped up one day on the drive to work and I have been fleshing out the story line every since.
I am back back now and I promise to get back to regular posts.
As always I appreciate your support!
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“I look for the words, Professor. I look for the words because I believe that the words is the way to your heart.” ― Cormac McCarthy, The Sunset Limited