Sense of direction

Sense of directionAnother too chilly, ugly kind of dayOkay for March, but it’s getting late MayI’m listening to the sounds, favorites from my old music collectionBut this cold air and gray skies are messing with my senseof directionRather than get dejected, I just say okayPut on something to soothe me imagining you rendering someaffectionA better day will peak across Lake Michigan one mornAnd when that new kind of sensation gives rise and is bornWarm breezes and sunny skies will enlighten my sense ofdirectionAnd I can clear a place that good times and happiness willadornBut the nights, whether they are steamy hot or bitterly coldWill be just right with the right one there for you to holdBreathing in the same air, moonlight finds you in my senseof directionWhat transpires between us is magical to watch unfoldTwo souls happy, bearing nothing but smiles on their complexionWhat started as a tryst has forever altered my sense ofdirectionTim Windisch5 22 2026