Words, music
(XVII)
Drift, with me
in the mist forgetting rain
In the chamber between lives
Golden walls, all grass and ocean air
Where, we are older than the stones
Where, more hollow than these bones
to come away from life
Passing in and out
of time upon the sand
Where the waves
Never stop.
Where time trickles out
And leaves us there.
(XVII)
Drift, with me
in the mist forgetting rain
In the chamber between lives
Golden walls, all grass and ocean air
Where, we are older than the stones
Where, more hollow than these bones
to come away from life
Passing in and out
of time upon the sand
Where the waves
Never stop.
Where time trickles out
And leaves us there.
Winter Light
(in four movements)
Part I
Winter light
Fills beneath the ground
We are somewhere above
looking down /
white slivers break through cracks in the earth
But hazy eyes of ours
Forget the friends
our hearts still recognize
And though we wish to land
Still we float higher.
Toward some watery plane
Where far off voices
Call us on
Using names we
haven't learned.
Part II
So drifting takes us
And voices deafen us
Until even our own heartbeat
we cannot hear
We feel our feet in sand
Sinking slowly
But we do not struggle
For fear we would only sink faster
Blue waves come
Bringing treasure and trash
Time spins around us
Looking out from the center
of an accelerating clock
slipping into the deep
toward hospital sleep.
Part III
Nearing the pit
We look for a key
And then swallow it.
The sinking stops
The voices die
Our sandpaper coffin
Dissolves on our skin
We look with new eyes
With light in our eyes
And see other lights
that shine on the shore
And we fully forget
Whatever trapped us before
Shaking the dust we rise from the grave
From here it seems clear
There was not a thing to save
Under the ground, winter light
is flowing in streams
Life is simple
Our friends are here
Part IV
But seasons change
and in winter a storm
rushes over the vastness
to strip you from clothes
To see what you are
Without lucky stars