leaving now
for that other coast
down the sideroads she makes her own way
the rain is pounding
beating like her heart
hard against time
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
leaving now
for that other coast
down the sideroads she makes her own way
the rain is pounding
beating like her heart
hard against time
last brush stroke
sweeps flamboyantly
she splashes colour on the canvas
shadows steal darkly
across the deep bay
silent and grey
crossing over
all things in order
her masterpieces she leaves behind
the sun going down
is fire orange
forget her not
crossing over
all things in order
her masterpieces she leaves behind
the sun going down
is fire orange
forget her not
A simple kiss, a sweet embrace,
a letter written, a moment taken,
each one a fitted stone that builds
the house at the end of the years,
down that dirt track only the hobo knows,
joy is to be found there, someone
is casting seeds on the ground there.
Everyone you meet is someone
and every heart you greet kindly
returns alms for your travels
and fixes road markers that
maybe you return to
or maybe not, but no matter,
they stand as a reminder
that this is the way you passed.
Light a fire
Invite the wonder
And marvel at all that is made;
if ever there was nothing before
nothing shall ever be again
she wears her hair in a single braid.
Light a fire
invite the mystery,
words of rhyme and reason and time;
come sit beneath the tall, cold stars,
listen, the philosopher speaks,
her warm heart is pounding against mine.
Light a fire
invite the lonesome
and sing to the deep, empty beach;
beckoned from the longest shadow,
flickering as the driftwood burned,
she did come and danced within our reach.
Light a fire
invite the darkness
and see who is the first to leave;
for I only want to hold her
in the bright outline of the flame
where nothing there is to disbelieve.