I faded to a broken arrow
Too many times my fill
I laughed into deep silence
Until forever came my home
With a herd of ancient Chang
Dust from ten thousand rumbles
Falling all around
Stuck to my heart – locust needle
Waiting on nobody
Read my script goodbye
Let the river bed flow
I want the world to know
You can hear ol’Gray Bird
Doesn’t matter what season
Doesn’t matter what time
I want the world to know
Shouting out loud
In a forest around here
Alive with rounding music
Hardly lonesome while dreaming
By the river bed swimming
I want the world to know
Carry me on, carry me home
Life is lonely
There’s no getting around this fact;
There’s no bluer sky,
Or cloudless forever horizon;
There’s no cup of coffee
That can satisfy longer than it takes
To sign your name to a bill.
And when you feel you’re getting caught
In a wirlwind of unlonely,
A ghastly calm shall succeed
Like a dance that ended
When your eyes were closed,
Lost in sweet reverie.
Life is lonely
And the birds are really singing to you,
Or they’re not because they do go silent too;
Sun will inevitably say goodnight
Or hide behind a thick backlit veil,
Looking the other way
As the day passes by,
And you wont reach out
Because you are silently alerted
To your own lonliness
And it feels better, for some reason,
To speak without an audible sound
And inevitably pretending
That your next cup of coffee
Will solve all of these reflecting mirrors.
I have a pressure building
That’s escalating reason
Leaving letters that keep running
From my fingers as I’m humming
Working from a simple memory
Along a slowly exhaled breath
Sighing in an audible note softly
And the pressure’s in my throat
I’m looking for you
My ever friend
To hold my hand
As we sit and think
A silent reminder
Where we’ll find again
Our singing voice
To ring out loud
From our hidden garden
My soul and me.
I am learning softness,
Not reflections divine.
Hearing words missing;
Kindness shared in
Passing time.
Shadows sharing my subtlety
Working my antiques
Flowing warmly about
My shifting stream.
I’ll play here to get my soul
To get myself together
Another chord struck against
A blackening string inside
And as I move from left to right
I’ll forget I ever crawled
Into a set, into a space
Into my soul tonight
Let me hear
Some deeper blues
I’m going home
Inside a song
Louder please
Move me along
Medicine and
Bottle necks
Amidst the forest
Of Mae Rim
Nestled deep within
Zombie Café
Secret haven
Retreat to play
Tree house kingdom
I sit here with my Americano
Growing fonder by the minute
Of koi fish swimming
Water trickling
Even a rusty old bike!
And a cat with a sweater
In this open air haven
Found, at last, I’m home.
