The truth is written there
Clear as day and yet shrouded as the night
Across the sky
That I am the only one who knows
Who I've written about
"Beneath the sky, above the grass un mowed and growing high .
There lives a quiet seamless wind, which whispers words in the back of my mind.
It questions me and my own being, and inquires as to if I am wasting my time.
Searching throughout humanity, for someone so practical and pure of heart, who I never was actually intended to find."
Goodnight detestability of day and enjoyment of all things costly and fun
Goodnight to you
And goodnight to me
Goodnight dear bed frame and thank you for this, your stability
Goodnight my pillow
Goodnight my bed
Goodnight and would you carry me, over the moon and back again?
Goodnight to you, to these honest things, which I may or may not mind first thing in the morning
Goodnight my distant memories
And goodnight to my favorite mystery, to your quiet and kind consistencies
For it’s a good night I offer, honestly
A good night from another
A goodnight from me
Goodnight my father
Goodnight to your son
Goodnight moonlit stars and spinning earth
Though the turning therein has just begun
Goodnight my Lord, goodnight and please, watch over those in need of sleep
Goodnight my God, a good night to you
Good night you have been, good to me
Don't think that I'm being brave just for me
Well perhaps initially, it was so
But to see the kind of person I will
And most definitely would like to be
Be it down the road
That will take time in order to see
Blessings upon you child of the rain
Who walks so freely beneath the clouds
How your life is filled with a freedom of heart
And a clarity of mind, which is unrivaled by
Even the most ill motivated and questioning eyes
Blessed are you
Because you understand the collective side
And the joy which can be found inside
When all around you is pouring down
And falling out
When so many others are hurrying up and scurrying about
Just to curse the sound
Of the falling rain
It is you alone who are not afraid
Of stepping out, and soaking yourself
Be it skin and bone, one and the same
How you welcome the storm without concern
And dance and sing without reserve
Amidst the downpour of the rain
Like a child who was never taught
Or even told to try and abstain
From such innocent things
For you are alive and always well
Within this, the present moment
Most endlessly and without restraint
How you throw your arms around the sky
Most lovingly each time it cries
To comfort it
To hug the storm without remorse
And to appreciate the summer’s day
For what it is, devoid of heat
Oh childlike, child of the rain
It’s because of you and your carefree ways
That I wish the storm could ever stay
And perhaps one day
That we two could play
Right here alongside, within the rain
Would you meet me beneath the smiling moon?
Would you put on your favorite tennis shoes
And walk with me?
Not into it, but through the night
Would you drift here with me side by side
Just to break with me from the daily grind
Of walking along this followers line?
Could we walk in stride for once in time?
And talk about all the things in life
Which supersede the most basic need
The desire to simply run and hide?
Let the goodness of your lovely thoughts
Wash over me and float with ease
Above the trees until the moon is really smiling
And so am I with an effortless ease
If we could meet beneath the smiling moon
Just for tonight
Would you walk with me?