Nocturnal Ponderings...

-Part One-

It's happened yet again.
Unbidden, you slink in.
You've interjected yourself into my thoughts.
I thought I'd finally gotten rid of you.

In one fell swoop, it's been brought back.
Your form, your essence.
Your voice - then a cadence; now a haunting.
The laughter we shared.

Laughter which turned to tears.
You went to serve our country.
Whilst I stayed behind.
And I waited.

Time passed with no correspondence.
And then I saw you.
Arm around her, loving her.
Just like you did with me.

So now, all that's left are these few thoughts.
Far and few between, usually out of the blue.
And though it's been over nine years.
I can't seem to remember to forget you....

-Part Two-

No exact words can describe you.
You're a Hedges song; powerful and beautiful.

Like Tchaikovsky; thunder and lightning.
You're a fine wine; soothing and sweet.

Unrefined and unruly; as a Bukowski poem.
Yet quiet and mysterious; like a shadow.

Your laughter is intoxicating as any scotch.
You've managed to crack a smile on this exhausted face.

There's some shine under this here rust.
And you, similar to coca-cola, have been uncovering it slowly.

I fluff up in defiance at the unknown.
As you have restored my confidence.
Many thanks, my friend.

(Hedges - Michael Hedges.  Acoustic finger-style artist famous for his blend of harmonics and hammer-ons.)

(Coca-cola - The carbonated water strips away rust, grime, etc.  Good for battery terminals.)