Thursday, October 28, 2010

Was there a part of that desert sky
Where I perpetrated as thief comfort
Did I entrust my autonomy to the clouds
Did I clasp and clutch them disregarding
Open eyes that saw me too clearly mad
The crazy wind is my horse mustang
And that thunder does not pause for morning
Did I love that dust without collateral
My senses desiring black wingless night
Did you see that angel on the glim horizon
As I passed?
It knew the despair and grief of all mankind
It knew the sorrow you posted on the gate to
My empty house where I live no longer haunted
Reckless heart of mine beating all paths blindly
To forgive the one,
to wash my curse
In the name of the spirit
In the name of justice
In the name of freedom
In the name of the father
in the name of the son.
Did I kill the hawk that circled and wanted me
Did I entrust myself to the wrong idols in this temple
Was I king to the vagrant dualism of dark earth
Was I this being without light nor guided reason
How now on bare feet in running ground cracked
This expanse of spell binding silence on and on
Across the same sand meeting the un reachable destiny line
Heart beats blinding me from the sun I hide apart
This one dance I cheat you for as I escape all binds
Between deserving and undeserving understanding
I watch this dawn become my breathing
I listen as my hearing becomes the wind
I feel as this song becomes my heart
Inseparable to any man, any love, any wish.
Is this my dream awakening as sodder in my mouth
Wanting rain to wash my quiet mouth loose of words.
Stuck in veins back and forth those birds fly me high.
This desert safe is mine mended and tailored to suit
Able to ignore my tears and see me not as I bleed spirit
Song unto the folds of natures hidden place
Carrying me home to its soul call bidding me to hold
It faithful as the true believer I follow it down
Was it because I was Holding its hand
Was it because the sun was shining on someone else's day
was it fraudulent to call you this my, this my love.
There is peace spilling over the lie, a garment in folds of air
There is tenderness foolishly childlike and barren
Step over me, come to me, meet me down,
Ill cry mercy in all the right places as you carry me in

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