The West is calling me home,
the wind is blowing me north,
the tides are rolling me east,
there's a home within the ebb
and flow, the constant change
I'm a rolling stone

it's dark by 5 pm
my kettle whistles
the tea is steaming
evaporating what was
never there
my mind is reeling
the tv is loud,
his pale hands are
touching my skin
cold to the bones,
I miss the sunlight,
and the trees
I long to go home
his eyes are forlorn

Alchemical Daydreams,
transmutation of impure energies
into sunshine, golden liquid
dripping from my veins, leaking
onto the page, like vermillion
drops of blood smearing into one another,
yearning to speak some universal truth
Time is an illusion, an illusion which
rocks my world sideways into the ocean
of vast nightmares, deja vu, and
harsh daydreams turned into sweet nothings
there's so much beauty all around,
sadness too, yet the downturned smile
still transmutes an energetic truth, I drink it all up
I soak it all in- like strawberry lemonade
sweet and sour cascading around my plush
lips, red like cherry pie
oh, these alchemical daydreams
in which I sway between earth and ethers,
the light and the dark
the shriveled cigarette is lit once more,
yearning to eradicate the natural state of what is,
just like I,
a wildfire
burning,
yearning,
yearning,
burning
for change

Clocks tick in dusk eerily slow,
when midnight comes to pass
my baby and I get down low
we race through the red lights, sipping slow
High by the shore, the tide is low
Daydreams of amphetamines
china white, and our hearts beat black
I fill the silver spoons, he licks my wounds
Motel six, sunday gloom
Cause clocks tick eerily slow
And when morning comes, I put on a show
so the deafening silence shall not grow
like the poison ivy rooted on our floor

In the distance, the hills are filling with fire
the ash falls upon his hair, like a halo
I think I'm in heaven,
I heard it's on earth
it ain't about doing all we can to reach it one day,
for
heaven is within us, the fire is all around us