It has taken an eternity to see a
slender veil of the beam healing well.
The sun shines upon us all giving
us all stories we can write or tell.
The green grass I stand is warm
it needs tending mending swarm
of razors to the brain bring a sting
like lightning from some storm.
My faculties are functioning soft
for I took a hit of that thing it stings
my throat the bird is now aloft
so I follow with the cross it brings.
To flutter is no sin to retire miles
of anxiety inside of me you can see.
To shutter is no sin for the miles
have taken me further from the sea.
Upon a current I feel warm strength
that heals the harsh side of eternity.
This feeling is driving and beneath
this feeling of wanting you is glee.
Say goodbye and I can ride the sun
burning me alive I will not survive.
The yoke of despair it has its fun
but my heart beats still I am alive.