The soft familiarity of southern light
The ache of accents plumbing deep
More stars than dark above
Below just time, lessons to keep.

I pictured this picture
Down to the dirt and the warble
Saw the shore, felt the chill
Unlocked all doors to find peace and ill. 

All I was missing was 
The why and the how 
But all was the trail
All was for now. 

This broke me to fix me
A necessary savagery
Long earned and unpaid
Hard rain on the coldest day.