Left Hand Turn

Why should it matter if I turn left

and travel down this road?

The path before me guides my feet

to lead me to familiar destinations

faces, voices, conversations

these Things that I call home.

I return a weary warrior from the day

my battered armor hanging from my lank frame

and if I stay my path

what welcome will await me?

Warm, comfortable home

I think about you as I travel

I hope for nothing else;

Like a comet drawn to your gravity

round my celestial orbit

I return to your pull, your allure, your embrace.

I cannot tell my path from traffic

or see what traffic may surround me

Normal, Comfortable, Familiar, Warm

who wouldn’t crave such predictable treats?

My gallows march continues

I might walk forever, on and on

and know nothing apart from happiness.

Forever lies ahead of me

the future is at the end of this road

and my eyes are ahead

fixed upon my path and the prize that is ahead of me.

I’m happy that I’m moving forward

even if it’s back and forth.

I’m content with what I have

and what I still have waiting for me.

So stepping forward I soldier on

and head into the future

Never noticing that you were next to me

slightly to the left.

I saw my love

As I was a walkin’ the sands of the shore

I saw my love

While fearin’ she’d missed me

she grabbed me and kissed me

My only love. 

We walked the farthest reaches

across ten thousand beaches;

And then when our footprints had guided us home

I held my love. 

Then God looked and noticed that I found his angel

He saw my love

And called her to come to where angels are from

Far from her love

And from the skies my swallow

Was begging me to follow

And after one hundred more years filled with silence

I saw my love.