these frantic folding blankets, hot sheets of lightning cast down from on high
feel it pull over me these approaching porch squalls bursting between our eyes
Summer sweeping storms left me hypnotized my foresight lobotomized
Figure I'm fit for a spell or two these years bare no burden to the witless or dreaming
Shot straight, suckered soundly, tears at us knowing we're but a front door away from fleeing

How seamless the years go by, she tip toes past
soft shoe, padded soul, silk lace looped and lashed
Slipstreams carry her exautedly into our dewy minds
to mystify, purify and unwind the ribbons that bind
She being the lovely flowers that lie among the graves
She, the thousands of lonely souls that she saves
As all my fathers cry my joys have seen their days
she's spirited through mist, spreading her ash along the way

Have my life, this worn and battered boat, she's yours.
Know her well, she's old and scarred but still the oars
are straight and true and strong, she'll bend but will not break.
And bend? Oh yes, my life has bent towards the wake.

Have my dreams, they're dusty now, not quite as lusty,
warm as embers bracing me against the gusts
that chill me when the quiet comes and day has gone.
They comfort me and bring to mind an evening song.

Have my heart , its yours until it finally stops.
Take my soul with you to yonder mountaintop
and fling it to the ancient stars from whence it came
Know you knew me, know my love remains the same.

Twice Goodbye

Pouring rain, the highway running like a river
they're quiet and the traffic makes her tense
The black and towering clouds make me quiver
my eyes wander to the fleeting roadside fence
There breaks a light bathing our gloom in gold
like his hair spun and flung from on high.
Could I climb it, or are my sins to heavy to hold
she cries now, to take over for the sky

As I stepped unto the gallow and heard the murmur below
the galley was restless for my final show
Had I been a comfort to those who stood before
given the breadthe of my worth with gentle words
-Would difference been pursauded with weight in gold
is the swing too heavy for your heart to behold
In the lasting moments of life, there resided no grief
I sought out her forgiving eyes and found my relief
Her tears were without a shroud so I conjured a smile
I could never shelter her, though I tried all the while
Pressing my grin to the crowd, I leave my regrets at the grave
to embrace The Swing and for once be beautiful and brave

The ways of man are passing strange
  he buys his freedom and he counts his change
Then he lets the wind his days arrange
  and he calls the tide his master
A Sailor's Song broods in breaths of sorrow
  in weary waves of a stormy tomorrow
He cast the prayers his vessel would borrow
  ...and he crys, the tide his master!
Cursed cold steals the hope I must hold
  my Sailor still has a story left untold
Blessed love be true, beautiful, and bold
  so we carry on, the tide our master

Desersive memories assume and claim their stay in an oubliette where the sun never breaks into day Glorious shine arise in yellows and golds to quiken the cold and you'll find me a favored soul smiling just as the child of old I heard in the end we think of our past and all of it's sorted wyles did I let that child down, break his heart and forsake his smiles Feels like the wrong road, I could have mistaken her for a way to break ahead either which way, I'll turn back and try to find where the road should have led

She slipped me a glance as stiff as my drink
 while match smoke linguered with a sulferous stink
This spirited bar tidels 'gainst my throbbing chest
 a spinning evening of decieving eyes, to weak to protest
Stormy sorrow rises with the whisping tobac
 while commanding shoulder blades shift through her soft back
Though sadly while I refrain from this imaginative night
 the corner of my eye catches reality fleeing in fright