You see the whole thing makes no sense without Love. The Kind of Love that makes you an old lady, living with a guy you never would have liked doing something that you never thought of yourself doing, with kids you could never control in a world that just never made any sense whatsoever. There’s dancing and songs that you were meant to write to give voice to the great big driving force in your life determined to make you do something about it. There’s dreams that cannot finish themselves in pale blue skies and pink and purple dimly lit sundowns, holding hands with someone that has just found out it’s their purpose in life to love you with all that they are.

We thought that we were always gonna master this life and in the process found out who the true master was always meant to be. There’s time ticking along with its sing-song, nightmarish click, click, click, that we never seemed to find a rhythm too or enough to go around. There are sounds of children, engines and police sirens waking things inside our hearts that chase around the park at midnight. See there’s no stopping the train and no wish to do so any old way, because it’s the ride that always mattered not the stops, the noise or the nasty old horse you got off of at the station. There’s daylight left and coin in your pocket and somehow you know that there will be a show to see at the end of the line worth seeing. Something made just for you, a pair of bright shoes waiting to have the bottoms worn off of them cutting that rug, or walking a prairie mile or properly parked next to his or hers at the bed of the nightstand.

This ain’t about me, but just somehow it has somehow all been about me getting somewhere that I was supposed to be but didn’t yet know it. Something to find out when I got there a song to sing when the tune presented itself at midnight as I rocked a young child that I never thought I’d love listening to a woman snore that I never had any inkling that I would meet in a house in a town that I had never dreamt living. Not so shocked about the dreams coming true, the dreams I never knew I would have until some night standing at a subway counter and you looked across the room and there it was. The glimpse of an idea, a word, a reason rhyme or song, that somehow you’d known along was written specifically for you at this time, place and venture.

This whole God forsaken World is well, just that without Love. The battles waged, sages met and dreams forgotten stand idly bye without reason, cause or purpose. See there’s gotta to be something that holds it all together, the weather, the pleasure, pain and sweaty August after April driving to get something done. That glue that brings it all toward sundown, proper, a timely ending, tying it all together in a pretty little package. No this was not meant as a great big old philosophical tragedy in the middle of a horror story that scared us repeatedly until we found relief at ending. The drum beats casually at the corner, telling each it’s time to get stepping or proposing that new idea to set the world aflame with passion and fervor.

But that don’t come without Love. The Love of a Father so bright that it cut through the danger, and pause and fearful fight to set ourselves free from the tyrants about us. Sometimes the wind to sail, at others cautioning hand at the scruff of our shoulder but there indefinitely watching and waiting for the next bus to arrive. That vessel designed or prepared to take us to the next intersection where we will meet that person, whomever he may be that will make some sense of madness or turn plight into founding passion or end the folly residing in our youthful hearts.

But it does makes sense, you know, the pain, the payments the years of dally and wonder? One day you awake to find that feeling of splendor not associated with magical moments of fame and captured treasure but that measure of peace that both takes and gives you breath. That moment you cannot sleep one minute longer, no longer content to get something done, some journey finished, house built or land conquered, but to just simply reside in the life you’ve been given. It all just falls into line, the smells become familiar, understanding stops trying to escape and the pain well somehow oddly becomes pleasure. Yes, there was meant to be order to the universe, perhaps we just needed to stop looking in all the wrong places or maybe gave up making sense of it, but simply settled down in the knowledge that it all somehow makes sense in the love of our founding.