Upon this pebbled path I tread
wistless in wonder
in heat and thunder
on such a simple journey
just me (a man) and my moon
my faith's been tested
my thoughts arrested
breathing in both good and bad
never really happy nor sad
I'm blissfully blighted
rarely enriched or super excited
floating aimless but not really free
that's just the way, you see
the bends have become a bit bigger
the narrows getting much too small
the thick is shaking (his head)
the thin unmistaking
and unforgiving
my hand once offered to steady
(for a fortnight or two)
ready it may or not (for you)
to travel together for a few
parallel roads paved in precision
not giving in to any one decision
driven off into greatness
a gallant gallop greeting history
an entangled tandem of intersection
oh what's it going to be love
what's it going to be
Summer sand soft and sultry,
Salty sweat, sweet and wet.
Wistless wind, waveless water,
Bathers baking, basking burning
Seagull scavenger of shiny sea
Searching, scurrying squabling over scraps.
Wandering women walk with will
Wondering why weight won’t wither.
Trembling toddlers take tentative steps
Towards towering tidal tempest
Cumulonimbus clouds clearing
Silent sky screaming
Silken sunlight streaming
Doting Dad daydreaming
There were these dreams we dreamt and so many stars wished upon.
In the time our lives were happy and life meant everything.
When you, my sweet love, woke beside me each and every dawn!
Ah, when all was right with the world and the grass smelled like spring.
For there was this life we lived we thought would always live on.
Still we knew what death was--and how it could touch everything.
But my own never thought yours could die...until it was gone!
And until nothing was left...but the grass that smelled like spring.
Now the stars are wistless orbs...but I must continue on.
Through the haze of pointless days that has buried everything.
For there is this place I must visit...each and every dawn!
Where you sleep, my sweet love, and the grass always smells like spring.