The audience of one

A friend asked me this morning why I shrouded my writings in crypitisms.

It makes it hard to understand! Complained the avid reader.

Another questioned the very core of Semper Fi based on the words of shadows.

Sometimes you don't need the story full. To know the endings, or the last notes of the song...

Perhaps one day soon, this surge of verse and lyrics will cease as it has once before.

And these halls will echo and reverberate no more.

And then I shall my audience bore,

of my lunches, dinners and idle chitchat.

Enjoy my vagueness whilst it lasts, as seasons ebb and flows erode.

songs may shift as seasons do. Like lunar tides over the waves.

So the short answer?

Yes I'm vague.

But I enjoy the melodrama.

And sometimes at least so do you all.