Cerulean Odyssey One, 13-16

13 bayside rumours of war and flowers blossoming thirst for sacrificial blood cut my weeping heart out ensure another flawless sunrise confusion moments of despair deceived beyond deception their laboured cry heard no more my voice remains slower traffic keep right my fist a burning piston line upon line precept upon precept 14 skies clear the flotsam rainclouds suns shine on golden rivers flooded roadways stagger forward too much gain after so much pain justice limits speed at eighty curtains of spray chase my tires can anyone hear my song of desolate seclusion sanctuary studio walls witness a lament for what went wrong do not beat the eardrum primal close the door to tears tombs of unknown children guardians of more broken dreams 15 the wind has fallen asleep fanny bay comox valley green redemption mountains like a steel collar on my brain wood fires sweet aroma put the burden down to hold the hand of forgiveness on a diamond ready gown her with many crowns gifts from heaven’s giver father of the fatherless to all who hear my voice mail call come home to love’s oasis in the valley of dry bones turn around my dearest friend do not look back next week another leg of journey on wounded knee I bow 16 you make my heart sing truck stop chorus on a weary road birds that pray for laughter chatter well into the night your peace child offers gently to hold my horn of plenty sometimes empty rivers well spring flow and lay my head to rest on your love eternal breast drink deep the sounds of grace I hold your candle burning in the night time of my fears to dream a while before the morning to resume my long distance kingdom voyage of these anointed chosen years