Thank You

Thank You

Thank you for being there when I was shipwrecked,
For I was seeing my life thru a circus mirror
Distorted, elongated and E*Grand*Gat*Ed – (new word)
And every other way that it was I wasn’t.
There were other times my life was like a birthday candle
That wavered below the beatings of a ceiling fan
Although I wish it I never did blow out,
Because you were there:

Giving a hand, a thought and a prayer.
I thank you for your clichéd logic
Because everything I've learned, had a reason.
Even predictable dialogue can be a guiding light.
And in this I always have you in my thoughts.

I thank you for your voice.
A shining star over troubled waters.