Wednesday 24 December 2014

One Drunk Night

One drunk night, I made a decision on impulse 
And it should have been stupid and meaningless 
But it was as far from that as could be 
It led me to connection of rarity and depth 
A sweet shot of special went down 
And it was hard yet so easy to take 

One drunk night, my defenses went up high 
And I was ready to go crazy 
Until I realised that crazy had me instead 
I didn't want to be evaluated on what someone thought they knew 
False words and niceties aren't required to appease me 
But I never knew I'd be shown the meaning of all that was expressed 

One drunk night, I threw caution to the wind 
And strong storms settled in sweeping me to a secure space 
Where I left logic at the window and sought no shelter from the rain 
A cleanse of pure honesty bathed my raw vulnerable soul 
It hurt to feel the fresh air upon my fragile lacerations 
The sting of warmth left me wide open reflecting progress I had yet to make 

One drunk night, I talked a lot but also listened 
Deep conversation captivated and entranced my soul completely 
Unfolding many layers often kept from being exposed to the outside world 
Maybe it was the easement I found in genuine understanding 
Perhaps it was the deep pain that I saw we both did share 
Or maybe it was the way nontrusting nature tends to bond damaged paranoid hearts 

One drunk night, my heart was struck with feeling 
Profound emotion broke through alcoholic liquid barriers 
Potency of natural substance deluded that of man-made strength 
My brain stripped of specifics yet the feeling still remained 
The morning after I was not met with regret nor shame 
I welcomed the day with undeniable interest of what was to come 

One sober night, I went back to where I'd been 
To see if all I'd collected were just remnants of random chance 
But I was greeted with mutual desire to continue where we left off 
I held the feeling tight with no control of my own 
And it was a great thing to know that I indeed was not alone 
Comfort the source that quenched our thirst for authenticity infrequently found 

One drunk night, I think I came across a piece of delicacy 
Hidden beneath the wreckage and lost in the midst of surface smiles 
Unaware of the value till I got wrapped up in the gift of its presence 
Sometimes I'd reach out and it would be too far to touch 
But when it fell into my hands it seemed to fit into them with ease 
Warm material upon my fingertips invoked an urge to see what could be constructed 

It's fact that some treasures are obtained through building and discovery 
Created by connecting each piece imperfectly into perfect place 
And I believe treasures are meant to be cherished and kept safe 

All because of one drunk night, this connection began to formulate 
And I learned how to contribute to the art of treasure making 
I could have soberly stayed at a distance if it weren't for intoxication that still persists