Musings, old writings, and the on-going life of a happily-married musician living in Toronto.

Here I am, once again

Stuck between two borders

Dodging blazing bullets from both sides

Ammo that cuts through the heart—straight to the soul.

But the enemies aren’t shooting at me

I‘m just caught in the middle.

Like some lost messenger

Trying to find refuge from the crossfire of hate

The blasts and flashes from the fight continue on day and night

While I—the lonely messenger—lay as low as possible

Hiding out the fight

In no-man’s land.

                                                                                6/1/1998