once again .. the voices come calling
and i think what a time it was, what a life it was. how ive changed . from that to now.
i am lack
of imagination
of joy
of secret ideas
of resolve
how do i go back into that secret place,below the bridge in the muddy water
here i was free lurking in the corners watching them go about thier business
and me making copious notes of eyes darting this way and that and feet slipping , hands outstretched reaching out to the moon
dancing girl
singing girl
hidden in the shadows of my
dreams
how do i talk to her now
how do i awaken those eyes
that went to sleep
and forgot about me
when did i decide to come out and be them and mingle instead of staying indoors, watching the babies playing in the snow. teach me how to build dreams on this song
to be surprised by the words i find hiddin in their breath under the smog inside drains over puddles, between towers & bridges and bliss
the unspeaking trees of far away call my name
brown wet dirt lies in wait to gather below naked feet
