One can never be lost
Upon the road to see
Capricornus following close
Daylight becometh colder
North heading now upon
Dotted lines and turns
To see an island far away
A bearing to be excited for
Drove into a rainstorm with two passengers to my right
Had a conversation about two things on my mind
Two stop lights later I heard two loud sounds I knew
Two old friends of mine I hadnt seen for two whole years
Two hours later I had two beers in my hand
Two more for my two friends,
Two more for the road
At last I saw the two lights I knew as my own home
Two horses there greeted me, standing next to two pine trees
That’s when I was startled by two owls calling out
One from the East, the other from somewhere North
Two steps into my door, I met my two dogs who
Grabbed my two hands and made me feel at home
Where I sat at one of my two chairs
And shared dinner for two with the woman who I do care.
So I sunk in here;
I rolled along and stopped slowly
When I noticed music silenced,
I heard a fuzz that wasn’t familiar
And I didn’t want to look away.
My magnetic coils had stopped,
But my vision was still rendered
With bold outlines
Helping my unsuspecting visitors
Make their way to a comfortable haven
Just North of here,
Where stop signs have been taken down
Protesting the system
With a fuzzy blinking that night knows,
Avoiding any kind of mess.
Listen to the raindrops
Finding my way home
A whisper in the darkness
Memory now long gone
Can’t listen to the rhythm
Rabbits in my ears
Folding up our broken stream
Holding out my hands
River in my bloodstream
Paddling my way home
Setting out my darkness
I grew up here again
Swimming out past midstream
Dagger in my plan
Rugged from the north land
Leaving there my heartbeat
So at last our North Sea Queen
Had her legions taught and adept,
Lamenting heard from shore
Where the abandonned had gathered
Bow of the vessel was pointed – of course – due north
To icy depths the legion were bound.
Back and forth the North Sea Queen strolled
Eyeing her crew to weed out the weak
As if it were still needed
To strike fear into her warriors.
They had been trained and hardened
Against the coldest of stones
Heartless and dedicated and ruthless and cruel
And each one full willing to bend at request.
She dressed in pure blackness
A sign of her coldness
Around her neck was wrapped ten strands of silk
That had come from the deadly
In an act of submission,
Her boots were thigh high
Of dear Spanish leather
Stained by the hands of those who’d defied her,
Her coat long and dark that swept to the floor
Beneath she wore – dramatically expected –
A gown of black lace.
So it was the ship creaked and groaned
Under the weight of a legion’s strain
Bound by blood to following orders
With the North Sea blowing with fury
Home again, home again, row row row.
Carry my soreness to the stars.
Once a dream where I believed
Where I looked North to find my light
The loon gave me my deepest hope
And I fell asleep alone.
Wind came and woke my dream
A start but I held strong
To a lonely birch tree waving slowly
As sun rose my heart again.
By midday with tea so cool
A flock of geese led my gaze
I floated on the shore’s tranquil
A willow shading as I heard your name.
To the North I looked for my guiding star.
I want to be your cannon ball
Your matchstick in the night
I want to shown you everything
Is made just as it should.
For when wind blows to cool you down
A blessing from the North
And when our morning sun does rise
A blessing from the East.
When a tear falls from your eye
To rest upon your lip
A signal to me, your shining star
To be at your evermore.
Like dew drops on a morning leaf
Your heaving breast shall show
Your heart so strong and beating free
Is still about your soul.
When a bird calls to you upon its way
A blessing from the South
Your eyes, I watch, closing to this day
A blessing from the West.
So if your fright shall hold you back
Into my arms you’ll fall
To be at last, as I’ll guard you,
The guardian of my soul.
Where are we allowed to fly?
Crimson dreams that set fire to galactic ghosts
Swinging too slow and forgetting
Each signpost leading us there.
And if words shant be strong enough
Let them capture the North Wind’s fury
Secret wiles of Mudjekeewis
Belt wearing naked bear slayer.
But let not the words of fear
Let our hearts float listless forward
Set wicks to our roaring fires
So we track each evening star.
Who then does this whisper come from
This easy touch of heart I hear
Say it slower so I can embrace
Evening’s wind through cottonwoods.
Is it not enough to lay here?
My opening is widening
I am not forgotten dandelion
I am resting with lilies.