someone to meet

riding the fair hills

out and in, up and down

counting the long days ahead

heading into town.

behind on my payments

walking the stiff dog;

my mind drifting slowly,

there's an invisible fog.

i follow the main road;

there's nothing much to see.

i can hear the angels singing

but they can't hear me.

it's almost midnight,

my favorite time of day.

sometimes i want to confess everything

but i have nothing more to say.

reading the papers,

looking for a laugh or two;

i'm not a missing person

even though the fateful winds blew.

they blew across wild rivers

with fresh jasmine in the air;

i wanted to capture the moment

but it wouldn't stop there.

the sun started rising;

i felt the warmth of a light touch.

i want to tell her everything i knew

but i didn't know much.

so i turned onto her side road,

running shoes on my feet.

i felt i was in a hurry;

there was someone new to meet.