One day, by the water, by the woods
Trying hard not to think
Of being beside the sea, on the beach
To drink in the nothing of nothingness
Silent in these silent times
Of no one here to share the day, or night
It is a chosen celebration, a rehearsal of sorts
Force beyond the force
Which settles, without thought, for the status quo
So with pen and pencil, and a closed
Or ever so slightly open mind
Let the weather join in and the love be with you
