Falling into place
Is a smile upon my face
Finally
Not from fame or fortune
Friendship or freedom
Not even from love-
Perhaps it’s from above
The universal shove to try for nothing better
Cause it’s all happening here and now
The undone sweater, the sacred cow
The tattered feather, the broken vow
One last love letter before the bow
Everything is everything
You can’t take it with you
No need for alarms and only good surprises
Gravity is golden when it means your soul can fly
Lost and found
A celestial sound
A soft rebound one day at a time
The grand conspiracy holds answers
But only in a song-
Are we wrong to feel that where the light is is where we belong?
As the prophets dress in their Sunday best
And the rest wear denim
As the streets bleed venom
Who will pass the number test?
The few are stuck on eight
The rest are pining for nine
Building shrines of word and rhyme…
What is the essence of the institution of death?
The raven and the writing desk
The mystic warrior threats
The fisherman and his net
Look at the star and focus
It needs your sight to shine brighter
Drift like a kite and bounce off a sunbeam
Never knowing what it all means
Falling into place
Is a smile upon my face
Finally