Upon what land, what sinking sand
Do your feet stand
When what is true reduces you
To kneeling, sobbing, midnight-blue
Yet fallacy, it comforts thee
From its midst, hope flows gracefully
Upon what land, what sinking sand
Do your feet stand
When what is true reduces you
To kneeling, sobbing, midnight-blue
Yet fallacy, it comforts thee
From its midst, hope flows gracefully
I want you Hemi
Coming straight to me livin’
On fumes and on hope
I might’ve left you there
On the floor, propped up near the door
Gingerly wrapped in plain brown paper
Instead, as I remember, I scooped you up gladly
Wanting to know why
Shouldn’t you be placed in the center of it all
In the gathering place
So that if they cared
Everyone could know
Unsettled I am
Reflecting on the fine line
Hope and Delusion
I promise god this
I’ll follow calm’s quiet cue
I’ll love what is Right
And no one was him
Tho’ I lived to ninety-nine
I recalled his hand
Nothingness to see
An ache
Rising to despair
A graduate of searing numbness
Linger here and hear
Some final sigh into the night
Whose agony
Stars cannot pierce
All this to taste
A certain fate
When if you do
Give up your Hope
The cool Country eve
Hopes to get a leg up on
The hot Urban morn’
The water most blue
And the wake so gentleAs the fabled ghost, now untied, makes its way away, away
The confused and seasick struggles to fix a gaze
With a hope that makes legends prove true
Always one step
Never not one height
Ahead and above
Joy you wereAlways I walked
Never half-hearted
Faith and love
Hope I hadAlways an ending
Never though certain
Sharp and swift
Blind it came