That Uncharted Sea
My phone clock says 3:33 a.m.
As a cold rain beats against the bedroom window.
I toss and turn on sweaty sheets,
Lose at Solitaire, and finally give in to my compulsive need.
A light touch on the phone’s photo icon brings up a pic
Of us on the day we met:
She’s leaning against me smiling,
Her face turned toward mine…
I’d just finished a guitar gig
At the CMA Fest with a sister group called Moss Rose…
As I emerged from a stadium exit ramp with my guitar case,
I was swept along with a crowd of people,
A clap of thunder and the pouring rain
Sent everyone running willy-nilly for shelter in the storm…
I slipped under the awning of a display booth
And she crashed into me…
We were all laughing,
Totally drenched, soaked to the bone…
I smelled lavender in her hair
As her Belmont friend Jolene snapped the photo...
She turned to me then, and her green eyes
Cut through all the protective cynical layers and reached my heart –
I’d looked into many beautiful eyes,
But none had transformed me, taken me out of myself before,
I knew in that moment I could never, ever stop loving her,
So I sailed with her current into that uncharted sea –
Was this the Sea of Love or the Sea of Heartbreak?
It did not matter to me.