It’s a quiet ride through the streets that gets me thinking
The processing of ideas, visions, and grievances
They all weigh hard on me and so weigh hard on these wheels
These wheels that are built to take me away from what weighs them
And it’s a quiet ride that’s got me thinking
As it was, the city was my dreamscape, I the lucid dreamweaver
I wove the nightmarish into alleys, the humble folk into the streets
Feral animals let themselves show, quietly observing and judging, I’m sure
But for myself I kept the wandering waterfront
The quietest quay where I found myself after hard days
A breathtaking silence
Balanced by the breath given to me from ocean winds
The winds wafted and cradled the concepts I released
Whispering, “You’re right, absolutely right, quiet now...”
What if she were here?
The quiet winds slipped the concept back into my mind
I can’t feel it
Oh, what if she were here
There are five swings, all gently swaying from the breeze
But there is one swing that sways from our weight
Our perpetual, rhythmic momentum
Our smiles softened by the night
Our laughter cushioned by the breeze
A moment so fragile we’re stirred by drifting leaves
To the end of the pier where we stare, wordless, as the port lights of Charleston glitter on the water
In parallax the lights are a sparkle in her eye as her profile moves closer to mine
As quiet as we came, it is quiet as we leave, as she leaves
The winds waft and cradle the concept I released
Whispering, “You’re right, absolutely right, quiet now...”
