And 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
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
