Blindly

Bright lights on Houston

Up, as always, far too late

Counter-intuitive this

You and I

Rationalist and artist

Who would have known?

Dark skies over the house

Waves loud out the window

A kind of blissful isolation

Perfect mornings

Days even

In your arms and in your orbit

If it is all a blaze of glory then this was a glory differed

A sublimation of self

A sense of stillness stemming from another

And now not knowing you

Not knowing you

Red skies in the morning

A sailor's warning