When passing passions blue bid me adieu,
My heart and soul in pain are drenched.
To guide, to entertain, and to enthuse.
Our friendship, our love is a complex being,
but truth shouts out despite the dirt and dust.
Revealing my ill soul’s intent
that makes it a noun, a name that describes
old songs all night long –
I’ll search the constellations for that star
I cannot sleep. For days on end I'm just
to bend us at its will
Of everyday travail, I take a pause
Until today. We meet again.