Late Night Poetry

Sometimes you just end up somewhere and you can’t figure out how you got there. Some destinations, some rooms, some moments catch you off guard and you ask yourself, “How did I get here?”. Stumbling through life till you find a place you not only remember getting to but where you feel like you belong.

Flowers are definitely nature’s gift to us all. They start in the dark soil with nothing but determination and a dream. Patient and vigilant until their bloom shines brightly and takes our breath away.

Coffee … is there anything better? Anytime night or day … because as the Coffee Man says, “You gotta be able to depend on something.”

Breathing … what an incredible mystery. When you’re scared you hold your breath, when you’re in love you sometimes forget to breathe at all. But that breath is all yours … keep breathing deeply, we may not think about it… but it truly keeps us living each and every day.

Some days are long and it's a good time to finally relax and enjoy sun as it tips its hat and says so long till tomorrow. No more decisions... nowhere else to be. And that is a beautiful thing.

Tonight’s poem was based on an ink drawing I did of a violinist in one of the darkest places in human history… Auschwitz. It is about hope and compassion for himself and for those prisoners around him. His music shines like a beacon and injects the strength that is needed to make it through another day.

A tribute to the late great David Marsden, aka The Mars Bar, who introduced me to a world of music through his late night radio voice when I was a teenager growing up in beside Lake Ontario. I was fortunate enough to call him a friend and am grateful our paths crossed later in life. It’s hard when the good ones pass on … especially those that shone so brightly.

It’s always difficult when the good ones pass … David was one of those. He opened up a world of music to me when I was a misunderstood teenager growing up in Ontario. We crossed paths and became friends later in life. He truly was the spirit of radio. You will be missed my friend. Rest well … you deserve it.

Life is full of ups and downs but I always try and keep my chin up… so high I sometimes get a nosebleed … but at least from here I can see tomorrow coming.

This poem was written for all the night owls, insomniacs and early morning worriers … I hope you finally drift off to sleep … but until then, here’s a little fuel for your tired soul.