"..between the click of the lights...is the start of a dream.."

i opened my eyes today.

they have been shut for so long, who knows what i could have seen inside of a year in Asia?

Contract renewal , visa woes, student debt leaves me bereft without wine, woman, and song....

so i reach down inside and drink deep from where i once was.

i still remember the cold, clear taste.
sharp as the night air stinging my eyes.

i left Ori Station and two friends who were departing too recently for unfamiliar shores. i wish them well with their wedding plans and i am astonished that i knew them so briefly in the Great Golden Handcuffs...

a sense of purpose eludes me with fragmented personality, whiskey sours in the wee hours of the morning, missing Massachusetts and loved ones aplenty. foklore aside i have not finished this very protagonist's tale. i stumble and bumble my way through ill-conceived plans and waking dreams..

for what once was clear as pale moonlight
has become polluted
as smog-smothered stars 'neath U.S. occupied territories.

methinks a change best be in order to
circumnavigate these treacherous waters
and black sails in the sunset.

When my ship finaly comes into its port of calling
we will know whether the worth of the journey
was made in earnest or not...

drunken lullabies notwithstanding,
hear me sigh unto angels
and beer bottles to ring in some cautious rebirth
of where i should be standing in two summers time.

Once again the adventure begins!!