I'm skipping stones across the lake
with my eyes closed
and now I can only see you
in a drunken dream.

I'm searching for the lost song
and the melody I knew
before your eyes had died.

the words I didn't say.
the strings of the lost cords
seated in sorrow, sometimes joy,
lost in tomorrow's rain,
found in a photo alblum.

the thinly stretched cords in 1/4 tones.
the rhythms from your heart beating.

the tender touch of vibrating strings.

From Grim Sleeper
And how much do I envy that cool soubriquet?
To confessed tree hugger,
A 40's man
A father,
An honest working guy who yet games
But is also in touch with nature and the vibes
All around,
Able to brandish joystick mouse and keyboard
Yet devine the characters of trees
And woods,
A kind of natural digital bridge
Between two colliding worlds,
While there are such as this good man
Upon the earth
There is hope for our humanity.