it had to have been those eyes.
had my accelerator going.
at full speed.
speedometer maxed.
lyrics loud.
storms ahead.
no warning.
no sirens.
only rhythm.
a joyous ride.
reached a dead end.
it’s gloomy.
no tunes.
the record skips.
it’s broken.
it wasn’t always.
it couldn’t have been.
it sang, beautifully.
the field is clear.
minimal debris.
twisters are gone.
sky isn’t clear yet.
the sun will rise.
music will begin.
until then.
listening.
sky gazing.
round and round.
now seems like a tale.
i know it was magic.
hold you close.
wish you well.
the long goodbye.
“Remember that sometimes not getting what you want is a wonderful stroke of luck.” – Dalai Lama
The Narrative of a Merman 