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Lazy Sunday
Pouring down over me
A preacher's blessing
Pancakes and hot coffee

Oh lazy Sunday
Do you know
You're exactly what I need
Oh lazy Sunday
Keep pouring your love down over me

Lazy Sunday
Flowing through my window
My curtains dancing
Radio soft and low

Oh lazy Sunday
Do you know
You're exactly what I need
Oh lazy Sunday
Keep pouring your love down over me

Keep pouring your love

Down
            Over
                      Me
The girl in the glass

Sought beyond her beaten path

And found another girl

Just beyond the glass

Searching as well

The one looking into the other

Hesitant but curious

Wary but eager
Pain swallowed
And swallowed hard

Taking all reason
Taking all compassion
Taking all soul

Till there was nothing left
Except the crumbling shell of what once was

Despite all the ghostly protesting to the contrary
Pain had won the prize
And sat contented with a full belly
One solitary figure guiding a vessel
Self-governing and alone at the helm
Through rolling and heaving of waves
Thrashing of winds and lashing of rain

Just hold on as you were taught is muttered through clenched teeth

Piloting through to the centre
Through to the eye of the storm
A place dark and eerily still
Charged air heavy on the lungs

A mere moment of time, a single thread weighted down by suspension

Muffled noises from below
Rise up to tug for attention
Must be the mind playing tricks
A stiff back is turned to them

Not the time for nonsense and madness a mind silently screams

But nonsense and madness defy time and logic
The eye becomes rife with their chorus rebellion
Voices invoke song and flesh and bone
And they dance out from shadow and gather round

*Now is the time ~ We need you ~ You need us they sing
The strands of our experiences
Like threads of raw silk
Weave themselves into intricate webs

They swirl in and out of our days
Sticky and ghost like
  
Some slip by but some cling

Bridging the past
To the present
The time and space that is us

Making it difficult to remember
We now prowl freely
"What is it you're really about anyway?"*

Why?
Why is it you want to know?
Is it the words that flow off my tongue
Or my actions that have stirred up this need for clarity?
In your mind, do I require pigeon holing?
Why?
So you can sort through the assemblage of me
Keep what pleases you and throw the rest away?

How sad ... for us both
A wonder made of flesh and bone
How glorious it is to watch you move
The grace of hand as you skip the stone
Your narrowed gaze and confident attitude
Every step bold and surefooted as you roam
*How glorious it is to watch you move
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