To be in my own skin
To feel like myself
You loved me there
C'mon silly
How can a hollow man do that?

autumn came around like a drifter to an onramp
there were wet leaves floating in gutters full of rain.
took to walking barefoot around town
melodies from grade school, kicking in my brain.
saw you on the crosstown bus today.
you were reading a magazine.
I turned my face away and I shut my eyes tight.
and dreamed about the flowers that hide from the light on dark hillsides
in the hidden places.

the brakes howled and the bus pulled up near my house
and I got off at the corner.
pulled my sleeves down over my hands, over my hands.
and I wished I was someone else.
and I wished it was warmer.
and when I got home, I thought about you.
like a desperate policeman, searching for clues
and I almost passed out, just then
and I shut my eyes again
headed for the dark hillsides
in the hidden places.

She floats on reflected sky
Dueling breezes knitting around her

Flower petal skimming

She slices silver travel lines
Rippling out on hope's own hand
And trusts her bright day journey
All that she needs for the way

Reaching the shore above
She finds him there
Standing in leaves
Kisses waiting
The moon on his shoulder

finding a symphony in the brief hum of daily life