We took a trip to the Outer Banks of North Carolina and I wrote a little .
Barstool
The barstool closest to the door, that’s my seat
When you walk through that door, I’ll be the first to see
Its the same door I last saw you walk out
In my mind, tonight is the night there’s no doubt
Same as last night and those before
I tried to call time and time again
But your phone must be broken
Coldness has sunk to my core
But this glass will keep me warm
Until your embrace takes its place
It’s 10 minutes past last call
No face but the clock on the wall
I leave my seat but not in defeat
Because tomorrow i know again we will meet
Soul Staring
I stare into the sun reflecting on the water
It glares like a golden road home
Leading you back to me
Over high tide and rough sea
Are you coming
Can you see the path
Does my love keep your boat afloat
Or did your heart sink with no life coat
I stare into the moon reflecting in the water
A path , dark, but lit
A soft glowing beacon
To the lost ship
Or the heart with no compass
The Morning Breeze
The Morning breeze
Slowly drying the nights rain
Carrying the fresh air scent
Greeting your day with a cool calm
And a warming kiss
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