Under a sailor's moon
on a night made for lovers
I sit alone
pondering my image in the glass
and unconsciously twirling a strand of hair
round and round one finger
as a haze of cigarette smoke drifts around me
I sip my white wine
and lets my thoughts wander
trying to determine exactly where my head is at
the healing is still hard and has taken much longer than I expected
I must now discover what it is I want--from life, from love, from me
always a work in progress
and it will soon be time
to begin that work again
the intellectual, spiritual, and emotional advancement
of my heart
of my soul
I know I don't have most of the answers
or even most of the questions
but I think I am again ready to move forward
and that knowledge assures me I will be okay
so I am free to finish my last couple sips of wine
light another cigarette
and enjoy that beautiful moon.
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