What news do you being me
at six o’clock?
Is the sun breaking through the cloud?
The seed germinating, pushing
through the earth?
Does the singer have a new song?
Can it change the way things are?
Words from the Jagged Edge of Truth
What news do you being me
at six o’clock?
Is the sun breaking through the cloud?
The seed germinating, pushing
through the earth?
Does the singer have a new song?
Can it change the way things are?
i’m captain of the life raft
the ocean has no fence
no gate going anywhere
i’m bailing out the water
as fast as it is coming in
i’m holding tight to those
who see beyond my sin
We read a poem
for each moon that rises
for our heart that is broken
for the hearts we break.
We read a poem
for the memory of youth
for the coat of old age
fitting snug on our shoulders
The melodic chirping
of the blackbird
in the evening
draws the day to twilight;
the breeze lies low
across the face of the
high tide on the shore,
I pour a whisky
wanting for nothing more
You sit on the edge of my life
my endless everyday
you sit on the edge of my
wild imagination
oh ocean, your waves
call to me
but I cannot obey
make the house of wood and stone
two together dwell not alone
love and laughter and song
make this place a home
build the floor and walls and roof
move in love and two hearts
open the door and window
this is where the home starts
And who shall know the way
And who shall lead them
But the child born of wonder
And in our arms she slumbers
And in her eyes she holds us
And our glad hearts she plunders
Oh my brother
who held the lamp
to my feet,
I shall follow
your song in my
darkness bleak,
yet in that tune
once sung for me
am I complete.
I sing you a song and write these silent words
My quill, dipped in an unpopular ink, unheard,
The slow over turning of the light preferred.