The prevailing winds prevail
the clouds pale gray in the moonlight
cast shadows on the phosphorescent sea
bright then dark then bright again
like the sorrows between life’s joys
the prevailing winds prevail


Deep End

The heat breaks
the night turns cooler
you think of changing seasons
you’re glad to feel it coming
though you can’t give a reason

each trip around the sun
takes you further from the old dream
closer to one you’ve yet to imagine
some days you’re just glad
to be anywhere
floating in the deep end

The answer to your question
might be that it depends
who you find beside you
floating in the deep end

misery likes to be alone
happy prefers a companion
while you wish upon a moon
floating in the deep end


Water and whiskey
are doubly risky
when you add a blue moon
and a mournful tune
and all the sorrow
in the known universe
fits in the back
of an average hearse

clouds like phantoms
in the ghostly light
guarding the secrets
of the night
and like angels dancing
on the head of a pin
lift you out of the
hole that you’re in

In the onslaught of beauty
sadness must yield
to the wonder and awe
you begin to feel
your soul fills
with what you see
in a moment perfect
as only moments can be

A Little

A little bologna
a little beer
trying not to think
about who isn’t here
the moon is getting full
but I’ve seen it before
don’t want to put my clothes on
just to walk outdoors

There’s baseball on TV
but I have the sound turned off
I’m listening to Dylan
as he growls and coughs
some kind of tale about
early Roman kings
wondering how that old man
comes to know these things

It has been a long day
think I’ll just let my eyes close
and let the music carry me
to a place beyond my woes

What Happened One Night

What the Moon saw
is unconfirmed
but rumors are rampant

All the other witnesses
give conflicting reports based
on agendas and axes
to grind, but everyone agrees
it was really something.

A written statement
from the Moon
would certainly quell
the speculation.

Heavens Turn

I walked out to watch the sunlight fade
a crescent moon pursued
and so I stayed
to see if the stars would follow suit.

The heavens turn too slowly
there were demands on my time
so I had to go back in
before I saw them shine


I guess I picked the wrong night
the moon could not be found
and the stars could not quite compete
with all the electricity around
the city’s conveniences
not really improvements
to nature’s dance

I listened briefly to the insects’ chorus
passing cars adding tunes
the air not quite fresh but less
oppressive than high noon
then soon returned to my room
satisfied the universe would
continue its movements
without my assistance