words are wanderers
where do they come from?
seeds on the wind
was there ever just one?

a spell of wisdom
madness and love
words cast no shadow
what are they made of?

the heat of the day
blew the ashes away
the sparks and the flames
have returned

keeping fire deep inside
my silence was a lie
I can no longer hide
how I burn

by day I am a memory of night
in dreams I am the moon that draws your sea
I want to chase the fire across your sky
and change the shape of your reality

I never say your name
I am afraid
my voice will break

trip on a trill
stammer and still

skip

a beat and spill
repeated syllables
from trembling lips
I know that if I

slip

I'll show the whole world
how I feel

I see my own mind from within
it makes me feel so different

but if I look outside myself
I see I'm like everyone else

I know a million little things
the little ways
that make me strange

but everyone has something strange
that's one way
we are all the same

sparrows and crows
what do they know?

the stars above
the world below

and through their eyes
what do they see

when they fly through the sky
like we do in our dreams?