Invite me to listen
To all you believe
I’ll sit proper
Hoping to hear, but knowing I won’t
How what’s in your heart spilled out to the streets
We’ll toast to your voice and I’ll take my leave
Talk with me though
On all that you know
How you held the grey captive
Extending your hand -healed it
I’ll ask you to speak slow, I’ll stay at your feet
My heart your tent of gold
As I’m suspended here
I’ve a song that is in me
Asking a question
That’s long since been answered
But still I throw my head back
And sing Yes
And no one was him
Tho’ I lived to ninety-nine
I recalled his hand
The girl must decide
Whether to remain grass-green
Or become star-bright
The year
Stricken to speechlessness
Mine
The choice
To chisel out frozen thoughts
Mine
The swim away
Stripped-down to silk
Mine
When, without aiming,
you still dare to spill your soul
-there goes white-hot grace.
I know you spoke gently to her
With just the right answer in your eyes
To match the question in hers
Since there was music
She moved closer
And you made the most of the dark, I know
Should shadows stop you
Tear down the looming dark door
Let light lead you forth
I’m stunned by the year
to come and all it has giv’n
and how much we danced.
We run the good race
And along the route we learn
To thirst for what’s right
