I know a place away from home.
Moment of inner dawn.
To recall the last words of a man
who saw beauty in the air
and never had work a single day:

“I’ll cut the wood
Tomorrow,
First thing in the morning,
Promise.”

And dawn came with new age.
I saw love outside my cage
and had the key for a long time.

She was another midnight soul
dancing in the streets of fire.
She called me in the middle of the storm
and my arms, wrapped in denial,
felt free from the chain of dreams.

Real or unreal, what’s it worth to you,
the ride in the wind?

“If I pass out, call the shots.
I will drop you a line on the shore
when I fade in Morgana’s arms -
Another sun souled celebrating
a love that touched
the sea of possibilities.

And all the vanilla skies of our dreams
will rain youth
on the river of what we were,
but those waters will never be lost to the sea.