Day 212: As we May

Once in a while things that neatly fold in a rule book go out the window, things that make perfect sense aren't required and yet it can all add up to a great experience. The reality is, be as we may we are not pre-programmed for the obvious things in life, and even less for the unexpected ones. In between conversations about social hydrology, classics and instrumentation, I found wonder in warm company of friends. And to the one who wanted her birthday to be special I hope you got that wish somehow. "As we may" seemed to be the theme of the night or early morning as it ended somewhere and somehow. For the simple readings were written on a napkin we left at the restaurant, among hours that passed away. For now I write, as we may

As we May
We were songs this night, loud as we may
Summaries of hours, and of end of this day
We were restless ones & yet happy for now
Found in empty glasses that were left somehow

You may ask if we write our own stories today
Draw pencil sketches with colors among the gray
We drink in many languages & cheers sometimes
As I wrote some thoughts, close to a glass of wine

Find your way back home on a warm august night
Places where things are yours to keep, never out of sight
Lighter or darker beers, or hippy as they are called
Will be mildly remembered, in stories we recall

Wishes comes as they sometimes may
Wrapped in more than wrapping paper today
In the mystery and awe of finding something new
Wishing we would never have to wish the night adieu

Here's to some memories & things that stay
Even if time changes, I hope we can be "as we may".