Misty Morning Meander

The storms abatement was only temporary, no rest for the wicked or so they say... all too soon the rains and the winds returned building hour by hour the noise of the weather hammering my ears like white noise numbing me, chilling me to my very soul, or so it seemed.

I have felt a little isolated this weekend, restless and a little lonely. I retreated to my music, from the loud, brash execution of bands like Testament and Slayer who provide an auditory assault to the peaceful contemporary classical works of the late Jon Lord the full spectrum was released to help ease me. I returned repeatedly to a playlist for a friend, the soft and subtle melodies, beautiful lyrics, deep, meaningful and calming. Music is my escape, and to share a connection through it is very special, a thought, a feeling a memory stirring something within that cannot be explained.

I hope wherever you tonight you are safe, sheltered from the storm, I want to leave you with a lyric, a beautiful evocative story, simple but in many ways and on many levels so complex and a song I sing to myself when my mind is troubled...

The waves crash in and the tide tide pulls out
It's an angry sea but there is no doubt
That the lighthouse will keep shining out to warn the lonely sailor
And the lightning strikes and the wind cuts cold through the sailor's bones, to the sailor's soul
Till there's nothing left that he can hold except the rolling ocean

But I am ready for the storm, yes sir, ready
I am ready for the storm, I'm ready for the storm

Oh give me mercy for my dreams
Cause every confrontation seems
To tell me what it really means to be this lonely sailor
But when the sky begins to clear and the sun it melts away my fear
I'll cry a silent weary tear for those that need to love me

The distance it is no real friend
And time will take its time
And you will find that in the end it brings you me, the lonely sailor
And when you take me by your side you love me warm, you love me and
I should have realized I had no reason to be frightened