The land under the moonlight; Nothing but a silhouette. The night sky Filled with childish dreams. By daybreak you can see that day is darker then the night. Earth is a cold bitter world mocking the weak.
When I left this grey place eons ago and the sun turned to water under my feet the sky spit out seven horseshoes hitting our heads in predictable defiance and the sand turned to wind the laughter to salt when the world opened up Was it really my fault?
The walls worn under my feet in the snow who dares think badly back the greyness left my dry blind eyes and the haze was replaced with black the sun sets on a cloudless skyless day and rises on forgotten lands of warmth trying to reach down and touch what it lost too high up now We’re all too dead.
I feel more at home than ever I be Breathing this air of Hawaii- This island air. I love it, the warm wetness That settles against my cheek
The whole island is my skin, And it fits. That island air Fills every corner of my lungs And allows me to breathe I feel most at home standing here In this island air.
In the warm rain, music That my ears have been craving The emptiness of the night Reminding me of my distance From the heartbreaks and stresses Of the chunk of land I call 'Home'- my soul now lives here In this island air, distant As possible from human society Close to the centre of civilization
Here the breaks are wet, and warm And splash lovingly Across my new skin like kisses Here in this island air I stand Here I find a home.