Hazy Acres

To be honest 

It was happening in my dreams

Uncomfortable truths I need to face

Faces that stay and play 

Preying on my vulnerability 

Ghosts from the great mystic 

Those eyes and the subtle bling near your nose

Guitar practicing on the couch 

I could see it clearly 

A case left open 

Kissing that felt off but intentional 

Fear in the wood holding up this foundation 

In a dream

After you wonder how it happened again 

Could I be in a feedback loop of my own creation 

Small fragments left to walk through 

Truth never leaves until you invite it in 

I wonder in this space 

Delivering all of myself outside the harshness 

As times stir forward the past always has its place

In the baskets of a shadow 

Lingering in the wait 

Holding for the smoothing edges 

Flat circles of retreading winds 

You can stay

I can stay 

It can stay 

Could be the very truth left in a dust pan 

Sitting in the warming air

Yet still cold even in the summer 

I want to run from it all 

Learning to dig in and let the work turn the pages 

Letters in a word 

Such hurtful things that become a wakeful beauty 

In a distance only true by miles 

To be honest 

Believing it all in the storms that come through 

Florida rains 

Haunted by the slivers left to turn it

Greeting them as their host 

I will never know the reasons it remains

Still 

After so much

Yet we are where we are

In a full picture of experience