By light of this candle I will obey you.

Head down
          to lay on your stomach
          kiss the dark, curled hairs
I worship.

My wings are clipped and broken
The freedom I love has gone
I no longer soar over the green fields and forests
I'm doomed in a cage to remain

Do I blame the virus?
No for the virus is just that
A virus is blameless, a virus does not hate

No but I do blame you
The ones who refused to separate
Refused to wear a mask
Allow me to breath your infected breath

And so for you idea of freedom
Another million have to die
Your belief in freedom
Means that I can no longer fly

two young girls,
walk slowly up the stairs,
they reach the top,
bells begin to ring,
****** is on the loose,
as big as a moose,
the girls run back down the stairs,
with shaking hands,
they were terror-stricken,
they call the police,
and wait,
wait.

the right person
at the wrong time
to cause a chain reaction

synapse flare
breathing change
hands hiding
grow closer

endless joyful days
with everything in the way
everything
on the line

the right person
at the wrong time
agony on the horizon

a fire left untended
a forest with unquenchable thirst
a single spark

the wrong thing to say
the last words we spoke

i don't want to lose you as a friend
a fire dies
cannot undo

the right person
at the wrong time
indelible memories

even if i'd
met you a decade before
i was always
ten steps behind

I been 'buked and scorned
I been disrespected

No stranger now to solitude
No stranger to rejected

Took the train from Tokyo
Saw Kyoto rain

Never been to heaven
Never been to Spain

O life! protect my children
Safety in the night

A little wonder story
A little morning light

         Fair flight.

Gentle drifting clouds
reflected in water-stretch
winds stir trees and grass