Sea Collins

Dear friend,
Singer of stages and random acts
Of weathered joy bound by memory,
Hear me out...

You and yours are dear,
True light bound by beauty
Found inside your ever - constant
Struggle for the perfect melody,
But our time may soon be near it's end.

I watched your many faces fumble,
Watched you crumble when none
Were looking; saw you draw a breath in
And steal a second chance of bravery.
We raised the music like a child,
And it fumbled and called on
All our grievances in waves of culprit
Behaviors and syncronicities.

You go with your heart- the reason I've
Been loyal so very long. How do I
Reconcile the difference my heart
Aches to take? It's buried in the dust
Of distant land standing, and I'm
Afraid of myself losing more light
Than I ought to, anymore.

I seek a path that might not be paved
For us any longer, and I'm so very sad.
You can't stop now; you've got that
Fire we bonded about long ago,
When I heard your foreign tongue
Mash out all those strange sounds.
You broke me down,
Emulsified my measure, and formulated
A new instrument of production
I'll never not want to be.
But I'm limited in production;
A temporary feed for the meter,
And anyhow the time's soon to run out.

God blesses the beautifully acute.
A vision of a meaning found by feeling
And believing to achieve what you're
Seeing and I'm really quite impressed,
For what it's worth.