I'm Walt. And I'm Marie Elena.
This is the collaboration of two kindred spirits; partners in rhyme;
"the best friends we've never met."
All "Across the Lake. Eerily."

Tuesday, February 16, 2010


Smooth sailing on an azure lake, 
tides and time waiting for no one reason
to change the course we manipulate.
We are the captains of logic, charting
the stars for the safe route home.
But as the swell begins to toss your
weary hull, an instance comes to fore
that all that seems tranquil, is now
turbulent and unrelenting, preventing you
from the completion of your journey.
In your thinking you order the lifeboats,
not giving up the ship, and not going down
with out a fight, tonight and every night.
You stand determined, hand on the rudder 
and tacking a hard starboard course angling
directly into the storm that batters your horizon.
Catching your sail, it turns you to your heart's
safe harbor, a lifeline tethered and strong,
sailing right along to the sanctuary of your soul.


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