Month: October 2018

Oh ocean washing at my blistered feet
I know deep in this frozen heart
I shall never leave this stone cold shore
to sail my restless dreams
that shall be restless dreams
until I dream no more.

Oh ocean rolling from here to eternity
sailing with the greatest of ease,
I’m walking close by your side
I hear your voice, I see your eyes
and I feel your arms open so wide.

The song is a fire
that rakes my heart,
the water wells in my eyes
as I tremble before the moment
and all the moments
that have ever been sung
but will never be sung again.

Yeah I’m dangling by a thread of faith
It was taught me long ago
I stood upon its foundation
So sure of what I didn’t know
But a whisper caught between the stones
Assures me I am not alone

All that hangs suspended
in the heavy haze of sleeplessness
is held only by a single thread,
frayed and weakened
by the weight it dangles so.

Oh to drink from the desert well
that quenches the thirst
of shepherds and goat herders
and the flocks given to their care;
that water would bring me in
from the lost hillside,
from the the cleft in the rock.

At the well of desire
thirst is satisfied
by the drawing of water
by the depth of the eyes
by the voice that speaks
with the lilt of the wise.

This love I hold
as tender heart
and written word;
it sings across
the sweeping shore
where the whisper
of the wind is heard.

I shall hold as treasure
these words that come
by distant tide, blue sky and sun.
In my deep heart
shall be their distance,
the echo of their existence.

The truth of the world
is shown in the turning
of the seasons,
winter, spring
summer, autumn –
death, birth, life, muse;
truth moves in cycles.