Truth

I want you in the darkest night
Your naked form to comfort me
Send me home when it is time
Take me as I want to be.

Cut through all the sitting mist
Shrouding thoughts I had to love
Send me home my sweetest girl
Show me things from up above.

The raging sea fights war with land
And death is at the door
Send me home my heart’s desire
And teach me to want more.

They Tell Themselves the Ground Is Gone

They tell me that the truth has changed
And I’ve been left behind.
Of course that is absurd to say
There’s nothing of the kind.

They tell me that what matters most
Is what it means to you
Then all the world’s a pile of dung
And you are worthless too.

They tell me that the ground is not
A starting point to see
And that the stones that held the earth
Were never meant to be.

They tell me that the truth is not
A thing to touch and feel
I guess that changes everything
There’s nothing left to steal.

A Veil We See

The sweetness of the darkest dream
The rapture of the holy fear
The weakness in our deepest want
These are things that we hold dear.

Susceptible to sweet hot lies
That promise all our hearts desire
And promise all the pain to burn
And cover in that righteous fire.

As all the best lies always are
It comes to you as mostly true
And just the smallest little twist
Is waiting at the end for you.

And so we fall and go our way
And get what we deserve
And find the truth about the lies
And mostly lose our nerve.

Or we come to darkest climes
And think that life is pain
And never quite can separate
The lie from truth again.

Now I lay me down to sleep
And I pray my mind to keep
Not by my hand for it will fail
Keep me Lord, who broke the veil.

And All the World Went Gone

And then I saw her breasts
And all the world went gone
And despair set in at beauty’s touch
And I began to fawn.

The thing that gets me when I think
On all those years ago
Is what I missed by being dumb
And how my heart laid low.

I can’t believe the things I said
And meant with all my heart
But Solomon wise Solomon,
Had it from the start.

“Do you believe in chances?”
My friend once asked of me
Second, third, eternity
“I have no choice, you see.”

I feel a slave to what I know
And this is surely true
Feelings and beliefs are wild
Untamed by me and you.

The heart has tricks and uses them
To try and sooth its pains
But even in the desert place
The spring can bring the rains.

The promises of deadly sin
Are honey on the tongue
But when you’re old and grey my friend
So will be the young.

The more things change the more they stay
Exactly just the same
Can you fight the soul inside?
Can your heart be tame?

When they lay me in the dirt
Or burn me out at sea
I hope the dream those breasts evoked
Can ever sinless be.

To My Love VIII

Before I take that weighty sip
The first one of the day
I think of you and dare to hope
For a second, anyways.

But a second taken once a day
Can be a mighty thing
Like that sip you take so slow
Every morning… first thing.

I know I’m not so full of cheer
And this it worries me
But for a second once a day I pause
And imagine you to be.