I used to drink alone.
Single, with everyone else partnered except me.
Later taken, my boy stayed home while I partied the nights away.
That didn’t work out, of course.
So I traveled across the open sea,
but not before reaching the height of the heavens with fiery flings,
and other such things.
On this land, there were those that danced their way into my heart.
In the desert, on the hillside.
Yet it was the Waters that brought me a great love.
This One’s fear and doubt tore us apart.
So accustomed he had grown to my presence, he came running back into my arms.
Silly me for letting him back in
No more…no more!
Nearly a decade now on this side of the Pacific,
who would’ve thought I would be reunited with magic?
And yet, no matter how much of it there is,
stories don’t always have a fairy tale ending.
Heart weary, it is now all a blur.
The only thing that’s clear is the sight of what lies ahead.