Drift dear one
Toward the doldrums
Toward the decibels you can’t hear
Toward ceiling cycles you can’t follow
Blades of waves circle you around and tell the truth
These things are not your own
And at the epicenter you stand and stare out
These beliefs do not make you alone
And forest fires in the barren of the fields
You fall down on knees and wonder where
And the how and the now and the glorious doubt you succumb to
Ripples of unrest of this glorious love you want to try to best
Breathe in and be seasick
Wade in and waver out
Centerstone this great big monotone
And look up and look out and wonder
Staring and centered
It’s here
And
It’s so near
And
We’re almost in the clear
And
I can almost hear the praise amidst the cheer
And
I pull and puncture this balloon and tear it back toward the only me I can cheer
To hover and love
To sidestep and escape somewhere above
Through skittish sidewalls of demise
Love me however you might love
I need a drop to stop the procession
I need a little breath of a wake
I need this little bit of every kind of rhyming rhetoric
Fortune cookies from the sky
To tell me where and what and why
And breathe and believe
Smiling and trying and seeing the bird hovering waving goodbye
God seems so much bigger in this kind of life
So I close my eyes
And I close my eyes
And I keep on trying