Swinging up and down
Back and forth they bounce
Hypnotized I lose myself
And wonder where I am.
The cold is in the air
The dark is in the night
The evil rests inside
And hopefully the light.
The moon it silhouettes
My eyes transfixed I watch
Gazing at the hand of God
His work so fearful now.
Walking through the hills I found
That deserts are quite dry
The sagebrush tells a stilling tale
And it’s you who must ask why.
Leaving off the finer things
To bask in natures iron fist
The wind blows dust across the hills
And comfort is what’s truly missed.
I embarked with thoughts on fire
And had them quenched with biting sand
The mother’s blowing chill desire
Is to see me in the land.
Death seems but a step away
And all the wishing is quite sad
But wind is blowing sand around
And happiness cannot be had.
So looking for the better thing
I walked into the waiting hills
And climbed upon the crumbling rocks
Until my soul had had its fill.
The breaking waves that catch the skin
That rise and churn and fall
Are everywhere around the knees
And can’t be stopped at all.
The sand that flows like river tide
In and out and up and down
Brushes over all your toes
And never minds your frown.
The ocean lets you gaze out long
And never blames you for the view
But when you stare out at the sea
You’ll find it staring back at you.
The poet tells us everything
Just not about the world
Oh sure he knows a thing or two
Yet it’s biography he’s hurled.
We may learn a little here
And just a bit right there
But about the man himself you see
Well we’ve gone everywhere.
The poet tells us oh so much
About his own deep soul
But about the world around us here
Not so much at all.