sometimes silence feels like a warm embrace
on a misty morning, i was missing you–
but you were miles and miles away
where do lost memories live?
daybreak in the fog from my balcony
I am a traveler swimming in strange and mystic waters.
I am a trader searching for peaceful horizons
and hospitable harbors.
I am a drifter floating and following yellowed and aging maps.
I am a Peter Pan pirate of sweet and guazy dreams.
I am the captain of my own destiny.
The fog lifts and the day begins anew.
I heard someone once say,
“It’s not as if she’d let herself go,
we just don’t understand why he left.”
I wonder where she would have
gone if she’d really let herself go.