Hazy Acres

Its been a long road 

These past 12 months

Chasing ghosts

If you don’t know what its like 

You simply 

Just don’t know 

I had my reasons 

To go so far I broke 

In the depth to find the missing things 

Myself 

The self I burned to the ground for reasons unknown

Her names I forget  

In these 12 months 

I found a friend

Someone I can trust to be with 

A person that has my back 

One that will listen and be around 

Naturally 

A friend to swim with 

Way out in the mind where there is no measurements 

We swim far together 

And write letters as the sun and moon wave to one another 

Grateful to be at this moment I have barely thought much about 

Until today and a few others 

12 months straight sitting with my friend 

Pure and washed over by the intensity of a nerve

In the old crows eyes of what freezes our intuition

What is a number after all 

An anchor to look back at remind the moment 

Realizing your goal is solidified

I remember the conversation when the strangers told me it was time 

To go

To let go and say out loud what you somehow found so hard to say 

I remember sitting on my couch playing the guitar 

Alone 

No friend in the world could enter his arena and understand 

The broken of the broke 

Fire so hot you forget

I loved hard for so long and died trying 

Left it out in the spaces I will never see again 

And as those embers faded in the rightful graves 

Wind blew the dust 

The plain was quiet 

And not a sound for miles 

In these 12 months

I collected wood for my friend 

We have designed an early path that will lead where it will 

But its new for him and I 

We’ve been bruised already

In the early hours of new beginnings the fastest parts of life never slow 

I can take his hand in the dark 

Moving with intention 

Moving through it with or without them 

The others yelling outside the tracks 

In an edge I can’t hear anymore 

Now 

A friend to whisper 

Get back up 

With our tired bones 

And aging face 

Hair almost gray all the way 

Still standing 

Life is lovely when its not and you are scared 

Life is lonely when you forget what to do 

Life is a wonderful mystery even with the map they made for you 

Life is found in the lake’s summer arms 

Life is how much I have met you face to face 

Eye to eye ready for the challenging rhythm given to challenge 

And as my friend and me get up for the moment 

Once again 

A little bit softer now 

A little bit less loud 

A little bit more tolerant 

A little bit more kind 

A little bit of nothing more than a soft fabric in the sunrise 

My friend and I 

I have no more promises to give 

But the only one left I can truly promise 

Here before the scenes as they play out in their finality 

To never leave you again 

My friend 

My friend who is I 

My friend who I found in the burning homes of all those mistakes 

I found you