He is the sky beyond the clouds The heaven and the highest host The gentle breath in the wandering fields And the coolest drink of water in the wellspring of my soul He breathes life into me Acknowledges me And makes my scattered pieces whole My God with steady outstretched arms Who offers me a hand to hold
I wish you could see these reflections of mine In my eyes Like when the snow falls freely down Careening now Onto the ground Past the autumn remnants of my life
I'm waiting in a dark room When it would be brighter just outside I speak and sing, but sound nothing like a tune And I hope that my ears, and especially my eyes Never fully adjust to this life of mine
Because I am waiting on the receiving end Of an empty and uncertain line Like a phone cord wrapped around my wrist I tell myself that it’s no crime To wait for what I hope would be mine
Red lights in the night sky Twelve eyes Blinking at me curiously On top of towers which fail to pierce the sky They wink at me Almost knowingly For I am tall and lean like these Blinking often into the night Clearly in sight But rarely ever truly seen For more than an instant Or more than a two eyes Just for a moment Like the red eye passing by I blink Because I'm still alive
I am drawn apart Cut in half Separated Like the sea Both the color And the overcast Reside in me But do not think For a second That they are The same in me For they are separate And aside On the other side O*f the other me
No shining star in the distant sky Nor headlight glaring in your eye Or a firework after it learns to fly Can compare to the light in a man's heart When he kisses his girl for the first time
I feel the cold inside my fingers Trying to turn them into Steel Like notches on an arrowhead My joints will not yield To the bending ways of the steering wheel
Metal and plastic, ice and ore Barrel beneath my soaking shoes And I the driver of this Ford Try desperately to warm Be it not to you
Regarding the snow I hope we get hammered I hope we get hit
I hope that the wind just blows and blows Yet cannot decide which way to go When carrying for us the blessing of snow
How I hope to get home And get off these roads Be it into a ditch That way for a moment That way for a bit I would be left alone Be it just for a minute
And if you're smiling now Then you can relate to this So get going dear related Before the roads turn to slick
How I hope and hope with an honest heart That we would see storms Of magnificent art Capable of incapacitating the means to work At least in part
If I up and died today Would anyone know? About the archives stored away? About the words which I've locked away? And if I died on such a day Would anyone ever find a way To link me back to those former days? To hear the words I once did say? If I were to die this present day Would you find me here along your way?
