The Wait

And I sit here waiting
as the winter waits outside
and I thought I should go home
then I thought I’d wait
’til the morning begins
then I will stay
another cigarette burns in my hand
and I don’t care
still young
still wild
still full of soul…
still waiting
waiting for the snow to fly
and the winter to burn
my car waits for me
unsteady but sure
as late as it is
I’m here
I ask why
I don’t care for an answer
I’m here, that’s all
the diner lights grow dim
but I’m here

(from “Part Four: Tragic Glorious”)

Ah, youth. The sweet freedom. I remember nights like this. Looking at my reflection in the window and writing on the inside of a cigarette package.


“I do recall…”

I do recall
something a long time ago
that changed my life forever
I can remember
the day that she came
and I swore that I had never

she did reveal
deep within my soul
something I never knew was there
it must’ve been
the magic in her smile
and the sunshine in her hair

for something came
along with her beauty
and it took my last breath away
though I tried
every love-struck night
I never could find words to say

but I know
deep inside of me
just how she makes me feel
and I know
when I’m in her arms
that the fairy tale is real

(from “Part Four: Tragic Glorious”)

The first three lines sound VERY serious. And then, it’s just a girl again.

Part Four: Tragic Glorious

Look at her
a silhouette against the
midnight surf
such a shining beauty
on a darkened beach
look at her
for that feeling
that feeling she longs for
she searches the black folds
of the waves
for the answer
someone to show her the way
searching, as her hair
sways in the breeze
the very golden answer
to many a young man’s question
yet, she
she is alone
on a beach as vast and empty
as I’m sure her heart feels

I rise to feel her glow
and I run to her
the answer…

(from “Part Four: Tragic Glorious”)

It was the end of an episode of “Beverly Hills, 90210”. Kelly Taylor (Jennie Garth) was standing alone on the beach. Hey, inspiration can come from anywhere.

“The beach is full of wonder…”

The beach is full of wonder
the sea is filled with space
the clouds are torn asunder
the breeze caresses my face

my feet are warm in the sand
my body is fresh and new
a drink cools in my hand
the sky is shining and true

I lay on my back refreshed
my mind is void and numb
I feel a hand on my chest
and I’m knowin’ my time has come

the Dreamer and this, the Dream
reality, it’s mine at last
no longer where I’ve always been
that’s behind me in the past

I’ve made it

(from “Part Three: Seduced By Fantasy…”)

It’s nice to see one about the Arrival instead of always the Journey. No more longing, but having. This has got me thinking now maybe we should spend more time enjoying what we have as opposed to desiring something we don’t have.