Day 311: Knight of Nights

As the last call for the kitchen was made, I was getting ready to finish my Darjeeling and Earl gray tea blend. It was brewed slowly as was the night slowly unfolding, reading my papers and then sneaking in a sip of tea. There was more than just sharing the pot of tea and the beer glass that lay, I was the last person to order and as we kept talking about reading futures, you read tarots cards out of the table and read them aloud. I believe in imperfect things and as a person who studies nature I can tell you the best we can do is imperfect, and yet they are the most precious things we get to keep. Uncertainty is our very nature, and that is what we are destined to keep, such are our mysteries.

Knight of Nights
The knight of the night, as he finds escape
As the writings bare on the table they laid
And we found time captured on faces of a card
Choosing to see what we were & who we are

This past, present & future that lay undefined
You gave them thoughts & voices that are kind
They mean something & then nothing at best
Yet they are warm reminders of an evening at rest

These stories that you write about, time we haven't seen
They are imperfect, at best, rewritten every day by destiny
Choose whatever you may call it & then time will get to define
These simple things you look for, are they easy to find?

Why be the average; among so many, I would rather be an anomaly
Be inspired, be an inspiration still and be a hint of madness set free
Beyond that which is captured in cards or in between the lines of our hand
We get to decide a little of what life asks of us & that for which we take a stand