Dublin to London.

Dublin to London,
Separated only by momentary stupor.
From nostalgic highs to
Pensive reality;
Dublin to London.

Dublin to London,
Separated by violent history,
From cold winds to
Chilly responsibilities;
Dublin to London.

Dublin to London,
With treasured memories.
Familiar joys echoing,
As sustenance for the road ahead;
Dublin to London.

In a London cafe,
With pensive rain and
Unhurried streets
As the stage for thoughtful sips;
In a London cafe.

In a London cafe,
With a dear old friend.
Listening to ponders and
Sharing wonders;
In a London cafe.

We continually seek,
But when do we know we've found?
The present paints a picture bleak,
Yet faith brings, hope abound.

"Confusion", ©2005-2008 ~lucibella

Is love and life as complex as it seems? Or is it we whom deem it so? Dismissing them too confusing makes it simpler for us to sweep it under. No?
Does believing in a God simplify it all? Or does it make it simper for us to push it up. No?
Sometimes you just want to throw down the awkward shackles and take the free-fall. And think us brave. No?
Sometimes we just stand by the riverside hesitating. Till the chance dries up and we can plunge no more. No?

Do you know my pain? Do you feel the same? Is this a song you'll sing with my guitar of thought, my melody of trepidation? No?

I will sleep it all away and the morning simply forgets the darkness of the unknown. It will all be better. No?



Uncle T