05 Jun 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, No Comments.

06/05 Coventry, England

I was disappointed that Jim didn’t have the same level of interest in seeing these local sites.  I started referring to Jim as “Stationary”, because literally, he’d stay in the train station and read a book while waiting for me to return from my trek.  Wasting opportunities like these between the pages of some romantic novel seemed foolish to me when this is all new.  It’s kind of a lonely feeling to stumble across something you wish to share and there’s nobody there to share it with.  I wish I had a girl friend.  I suppose it’s my fault by choice, I never really let anybody get too close.  Those times where I felt my feelings overtaking me I usually did stupid things to protect my perceived freedoms and secrets.  I’ve been without it and I’ve been thinking about it a lot recently.  When it came right down to it I’ve always had to take that first step, no matter how subtle.  Oh but how I love it when dreaming and like a cold morning breeze she wakes me.

I know giving, beyond giving, when you, you come to me
who woke the night, before the dawn and touched me, silently

As two windblown clouds, who ripple the night, drifting, not a care
who touches the reasons, of love and why, understanding how to share

It touches me, so deeply, her fingers, as the sun
who warms the light, to my inner soul and wraps me, into one