Walking through the ancient forest
I pick up broken sticks
I pick up what has left the home
To wander alone, to wander, Ranger.
Many times I’ve shared my thoughts
With wholesome handsome faces,
In a trunk of ancient bark
I sing songs of fallen trees
That show me signs of what has begun
In silver rays of spying lightness
And broken sticks below my foot
Though an ancient forest I remain.
I carried your tobacco pipe
Like a diamond on my mind,
Two puffs and a closed grip
Ricochet all security
Through the back door:
Creak creak.
And we pass it on
As night songs
From a holy tent with a view
That lisps night skies
Through dreams of a far off land
Whispering endlessly.
But hold me, hold on
Hold the flowers
Growing here so wild
In the palm of your hand
Until it stains your closed grip
The colour of my dream.
This is the turning point
This is the handing off
This is the hardest part
And I’m coming home.
Been, and said
And lifted my head
To reach what couldn’t hurt
And I’ve gone instead.
This is a sounding alarm
This is a messenger
This is a cold escape
And I’m coming home.
But there I was
Lost in my reverie
To the kingdom I’ve built
And I’ve gone home instead.
When skies blow clouds
So lazily
And grass sways side to side
I feel your heart pull
About a time that’s past
I remember, I do!
I watched you lift your brows
To the sky each morning dew
And sunsets captured a feeling
Of what it was to be you
And now we carry on
Taken, but not forgot.
With my soul that’s been flying
I’ve gone over the mountains
Swept little known secrets
Into every day dealings
And with two birds singing
I’ve heard excellent ringing
My mind isn’t reeling
And I’ve come to believe in
What an effort can do then
Like a hand out of water
And heights I’ve been feeling
With my soul that’s been flying.
Flickering switches
Crawling along inner passages
To remote locales
I’ve never touched
But always fed
With necromancy
Wading in the water
Cleaning up stars
Quietly signing off again
To begin another rupture
Skyscrapes and neon lights
That lay my hands upon
Gray gates
And a long line of roses.
I’m a tramp in a white dress
Lost in a blizzard
My gloves both have big holes
And my glass is half full
Because it’s alright
To go it alone
When the river runs wild
From the abyss of a true soul.
Let me thank you for your moment
For loving me for a moment
I saw it in your eyes then
I saw it in your eyes.
Like finding a new blossom
Betwixt winter’s long cold
Your heart rolled open then to me
Your heart rolled open, then.
Which put a smile upon my face
So deep it almost hurt
Together we saw a galaxy afar
Together we saw our star.
Call it what it is
On a gold line to Maine
Like a hot rocket lit.
You know where you’re going
It ain’t no cruel plan
Pick up where you left off.
Hold strong to live strong
Believe what you do know
Getting in to it to get lost.
Sell it all away
It had it’s day yesterday
Ran out of what to say.
My red line is feeling fine
Horizon line slipping by
Call it what it is.