Yesterday, the wind did call
In the fair
Through the wall
Stirring waking, through the shawl
Without a care
The wind did call
In the night, the pen did scrawl
The voice of air
Through the wall
Daylight broke, the soldiers fall
Without a prayer
The wind did call
Night returns, light is small
Unaware
Through the wall
Quiet down, slow to stall
Going nowhere;
The wind did call
Through the wall
piece of mind,
the numb, the kind,
down,
in the bottom of the bottle,
ill confined.
blood drips from the ceiling
the room in my head
no light shines through the wall
nor darkness instead
hum quietly alone
songs of the dead…
Far from the hand,
a hawk did land,
to drop the eggs
of stone and sand,
a time of dreaming
one world, one man.
Then time went by
and the gold they panned,
they raped and pillaged
stole from our land,
stole from us
and bit the hand.
But the eggs still lay
on dry sand,
can’t lift away
the hope of the man.
background traffic
rumbles through,
underneath
quiet dew;
pitter patter
trickle water,
through the hands
of natures daughter,
trees reach height
with bony fingers,
air feels light
quietly lingers;
people pass by
trickle through,
shades of warmth
soft as dew.
I am the one who slips through
fingers of hopes, dreams
Do you know me?
it seems;
we met before
on the floor
of that house,
out in the desert
away from the shore,
when you were alone
it seems;
when I last saw you
crumbling,
I saw you there
mumbling to you,
how do you do
old friend you say,
gone is the day
of what seems to be dreams,
What, Still don’t know me?
I am the one who see’s you
too many times through,
from the outside;
too many times
from the inside.
stranger walk through dusk,
travelling past knowing but,
not a thing of us.
If we take a short moment away,
from the busyness of the day,
we see the world from another view,
we see ourselves again anew.
Take your time, before time takes you
Take my time, and you’ll know what’s true
Today I walk
the usual way
to the usual place
I am today
on my walk
I passed a stick
a couple of ants
and a candle wick
lots of trees
peculiar things
and in a way
the ants had wings
they flew around
without a sound
high above
off the ground
without a care
I find out where
the trees would walk
if they did dare
tomorrow I will
walk yesterday
to the usual place
I am today
Just Thinking 