Max Davine's Blog - Posts Tagged "life"

Indulging in despair becomes such an addiction that we start to believe that hope has to come from somewhere outside of ourselves. In my lines of work, you need hope beyond hope, but where does it come from? What gives a person hope? I've been thinking about it for over a month, I had another answer then, but it was wrong; hope doesn't come from anywhere. Nothing gives a person hope but their own decision to have hope. Like faith in a God, it's what we choose. Can you believe it was once normal for a person to fall in love with another before they had sex? That one hundred years ago men crawled in squalid trenches, believing they were going to survive despite every horrifying, disgusting element and the realization that they were killing each other for no reason? That it was unusual for someone to get drunk before they had the confidence to say hello to someone? Or pay therapists and doctors and God knows what else just feel okay? I'm remembering that, today. That a century ago, men survived the unthinkable because they had hope. They chose hope.

This house is built for two,
A place for lovers, who bring others,
This is not a place for you.

We didn't think you'd come alone,
Like we said, ask a friend,
Why didn't you just stay home?

Why would you go out like this?
Your tongue's not tied, we thought you'd tried,
At least to find some loving bliss.

Don't you see, it's not the norm!
There is no homeliness, where there is loneliness,
And you've no shelter from the storm!

Go away, you're not allowed,
To another place, and show some haste!
You don't belong with the joyful crowd.

Tonight I woke from the strangest dream,
I was lost in a place I'd never seen.
In a forest dark, I walked alone,
Yet some tranquil light guided me toward home.

I saw you then, my alighting guide,
Your voice was starlight calling out from the sky.
I journeyed on, you turned away,
Too far you flew and I knew I couldn't stay.

The world began to come undone,
But to my home I knew I had to run.
I fell into an ocean gray,
But I just swam because somehow I knew the way.

Then daylight came, I woke again,
The sun was cold and cruel and nothing had changed.
I didn't cry, though I wanted more,
This wasn't new to me, I'd been here before.

Sometimes at night, I feel your shine,
Somehow I know or wish I left something behind.
You are an island, but your heart's the sea,
In my darkest place still calling out to me.

I know it's there, beyond the night,
Through the valleys over hills and mountains high.
My silver light, my shining guide,
Somewhere calling from your castle in the sky.

But the night is long, I'm growing old,
Our story may yet leave it's ending untold.
Will my guide, fade from the sky?
Is it you calling or an illusion of the night?