The Stranger In The Room

I sit still on my deck listening to the birds sing their sweet songs

These are the sounds of poetry that only nature lovers can understand

There is a quietness and stillness in these old hills today

My outside friends seem to understand what I’m feeling and they offer their support

It is the only way they can……by singing

I believe they know I love music and they work their magic into my soul

I am troubled these days but I, and I alone, chose a bad path years ago

The path I have now chosen to walk down troubles me even more

It is difficult, disturbing, emotional and hard

But I chose this and now I must do the right thing

I am the Stranger in the Room when humans are present

I feel it and sense the others feel it too

I long for the day when I can wake up refreshed

And the past desires no longer trouble me

I am in search of David

If anyone sees him, can you send him my way?

I’d like to change shoes