Free. Incomplete but tracked with Odd Man Out in late 2008

when our eyes met for the first time
you were standing in the sun
that's how I remember
the day I fell in love
I had to have you close to me
so I asked you for your name
and ever since you spoke to me
I've never been the same

Now I'm sitting here watching the rain fall down
and It's not so bad
I'm feeling good,
when the sun comes over the mountains
I can breath again
When the light comes off of the ocean
makes it shine, shine, shine
shine

you don't know what you do to me
you just don't know, you just don't know
just too beautiful for words
and I feel, and I feel Free!

*I delight in this daydream,
for your return is near
We'll be a muse for the stars
and bring a smile with a tear*

I don't wanna walk away from here
knowing I wanna stay,
Not gonna live forever
Might as well live today

an I'm sitting here watching the rain fall down
and it's not so bad
I'm feeling good
when the sun comes over the mountains
I feel free again
when the light falls over the ocean
makes it shine, shine, shine
shine

*As originally written with Richie DeAvilla Top O The Hill Studios/Vagabond Sound Oak Harbor 2008

February 2006 Groundhog day

Alarm clocks waken a dismal chorus of electronic noise and groans. several heads and other body parts appear.  The heads blink sleepily, several snooze buttons silencing their respective annoyances for the moment - more blinking.
If you've lived two weeks in an open bay you've seen it all.
Ground hog day isn't just an expression.  It's a philosophy and a state of mind specifically adopted by those who must not be reminded of the separation of days or the passage of time as it drags.
Men and women who endure this lifestyle have long since realized the only escape from monotony and separation is to blur the distinction between units of time.  Departure to return becomes one incredibly long, desperately detached workday, culminating in a reunion that all too often falls far short of expectations.

Winter 2004 I think.

I stood at Death's door once, and knocked
He did not answer,
so I lived to learn discretion.

He who desires glory,
finds not glory,
but the wisdom never to seek it again
or death.

We are not what we would choose to be
As fragile as our thoughts
As fragile as our dreams
As fragile as our hearts
We are only as great as what we fear.

Journal Sometime in 2004 From the Desert.

I was a chill in the autumn air
I was a breeze that played in your clothes
The whisper of falling leaves.
I was the morning, clear and bright in your eyes.
I woke you with the sunrise in the perfect sky.
I was the warmth of that sunrise
The azure in that sky
and I was with you.
I was with you then
I am with you now
and will forever be.
Though we may change
Though we falter,
Though we fade.
Though we be mortal
and unsure.
The memory fades
The fire flickers
We endure.