I wanted to do what was right
to seek the sea for my vessel
alas - it's nowhere in sight!

I am a lighthouse in a desert.

A place far away
A thousand years away from this world
Is where you will find actual me

She was your typical girl,
The type to blend in the crowd
A porcelain skin of a pearl
Speaks only when time allowed

She was a fragile vase of a rose
Beautiful to watch, enough to hurt
Hear her lullabies with her melodic voice
Be the man enough for her worth

I lose one sock every other washing.
The wisdom of the washer and dryer
says that God is stockpiling the lost one
to be reunited with the other in heaven.
Does that mean those with perfectly
mated, never separated pairs, are
doomed to the spin dry of eternal hell?
But then, it’s Smart of God, not letting me
hop around on one foot in my nakedness.

Socks are greater than love.  
They remind us that things
lost will eventually be found,
show the foolishness of looking
back to see what’s coming.
They are reminders that
rain is the reason clotheslines
have disappeared.