Tipping Towards That
Longest Night, Even the Air
Seems White and Frosted
But Still, Sunset Lights
The Clouds In the Soft Colors
Of Longer Journeys
And This Sunrise Drapes
The Landscape in a Warm Light
Gentle as Fine Lace
But Still, Sunset Lights
The Clouds In the Soft Colors
Of Longer Journeys
And This Sunrise Drapes
The Landscape in a Warm Light
Gentle as Fine Lace
Away, Away, and
Away, Clouds’ Gravity Pulls My
Heart and Mind Away
I am Awake Now
And Yet Dreaming of my Past
And of Our Future
We Will Cross Those Fields
Step by Step Packing Water,
Food, and History
After all is seen
Wilderness Remains Beyond
The Grasp of Visions
Street Signs Shining
Like Beacons for Navigating
Ambiguous Shores
Calling Out to Us
To Journey, To Set Out, Not
Knowing Where we Go
But I’d Already Felt
Our Waves, Yours and Mine, Echoed
Between and Beyond
Our Own Gravity
Space, and Time Gently Pulling
Our Worlds Close Together
It Seems Impossible.
This is Real And That Is Not,
Then Followed By Now
Before and After,
Always Together, Always
Apart, And That Line.
Talked of Your Freckles,
Of Food, And Other Delights
Real or Just Desired
It Had Been Awhile
But Still We Talked Easily
Across All The Gaps
Sifting Through the Mind
Slowly, All Effervescent
And Insubstantial
Saved by the Sure Weight
Of Memory, Casting Its Light
Into the Future
Something Beginning
Or Ending Or Maybe Both
But Always Longing
And Only Blues on
The Radio, or That’s Just
All I Care to Hear