Sunday, March 29, 2009

So Far

There is so far to go
before the beginning and the owl’s watch
across the woods it seems is fair
and all the little things are there
so far so far

To find the expanse of air and sing
oh I know how
it comes up from the heart to start
and warbles greenly filled and stilled
can’t find a name to make a title
above the place where sound travels
can’t find the syncopation right
but feel it flood me in the night
then soon as time turns down the dark
it’s gone like white wine in the park

And there is so far to go
to the end of this you know
all fluttered and gaining wing
I hide in underneath of things
waiting for the wind that’s mine
around about and under rhyme

Catch me can you see the cloth
I wear in color magic gloss
at last to see the beams of trees
below the fastest part of me
less the stumble rock of air
will know the me so hard placed there

So touch this substance known as real
and kiss the doubt off cold
then seal
with all the little things out there
so far so far

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