Afloat, again

Another talk, now yet another time

You came back to me, like a harmony divine

 

How to be wise, again we defined 

Summoning ourselves to a higher quest of the mind

 

Did you confine? That what was sublime?

Moments slipping away, dry needles of pine

 

A falling, clumsy, slice of lime

I think we defined, what wasn't refined!

 

Grab that lime, huddle the needles of pine

Clearer before, now has threads intertwined

 

Make you a drink? I am usually very kind

Or maybe I won't, there's too much on the line

 

That drink would spill, we are sailing through time

But the beautiful stars, haven't lost their shine

 

Turn the turbines, there is much to find

Quest of this damned mind, holy, unkind

 

Set the course, let the waves divide

That which could not be yours, that which

could not be mine...

 

 

-Al