Why is the wind so cold? Shiver and shake, then shut the door… I don’t need friends like that much anymore. Why is the sun so silver, shining in the sky like a dime? I must have lost track of the time.
Where did I put my glasses? Knocking the jars down with my hand Spilling the corn meal and the sand. Three legged stool, I think I’ll sit down on you just for a while… Head in my hands, I’m crying now.
Time. Sky. There must be somewhere nice where all the birds go when they fly. Space. Darkness falls casting its purple on my face.
Where is my cane, again? Oh, I see it leaning by the door. Perhaps the two of us will go explore. Just take a walk and let the wind try to hurt us as it will… Friends that can bleed but cannot kill.
Time. Pain. Blood dripping in the mason jar- but not in vain. Need. Planting us painfully with a golden seed.
And when the moon comes up we’ll capture it silver in our eyes… Just a man and his cane walking side by side. And when the moon comes up we’ll follow the silver it unrolls… Just a man and his cane going for a stroll.
Walking through flowers surrounded by thoughts of her when she was down on her knees Wind in my hair but there’s nobody there much less somebody begging to please Maybe tonight my wind will come Maybe tonight the sky will unfold Maybe tonight I will hear the words Life is a story that’s already told, I’m told.
Clouds at my back I can get nothing back but a picture that’s turned upside down Clouds that are pink, though I struggle to think I just twist and fall back on the ground Maybe tonight my wind will come Maybe tonight the sky will unfold Capture it quick in a sack of gray Maybe tonight I will truly be old.
A flag, a sky, a kite, a lie A memory that fades, twisting and flying away…
Walking the path that I carved with my own feet wrapped in my own cotton cloth Walking the path to the cliff where I stand with my staff on the edge of the drop off I know what they say about me I know who they think I am And if I’m magic I don’t really know that I know that I’m not quite a man.
Maybe tonight my wind will come Maybe tonight the sky will untwist Capture it quick like a flag of gray Folded and holded with twine round my wrist.