Child = The drive willingness of youth
to expand and grow, constant in the change, always reaching, pushing, developing..Walt

The window opens to see the child singing

to fools like me but the world spins around

take the door to heaven and play it sad

rules in the schools of broken dreams

she sings me to brandy and coke

still I am just another life from the rule of


expectation


Here the door opens to the first seer

I have been let to feel the morning rain

she held me so close to the wind and I am

sunshine to her rainbows that fill a night sky

dripping in the honey of her voice playing blues

wrapping my mind about her soul filled strain


loving


Day of reckoning is but a small choice away

she holds me as my head cries in warmth revival

water graces the spot from which I crawled

like the man before she simply takes him and closes the door

like a breath of fresh air a voice of honey sings softly on the wind

far away in place only seen in mental images of perfection


passion


Jaded on a shelf we found the world in a mason jar

warm going down in the tall shadows of Jim beam

do you belong or are you here for the ride to promise

she laid the voice gently on memory as I sought to find me

if you pay the piper he will be back till every dime is gone

window drops to the crack and the voice fades to


want


Hear me sing to the child of the night and feel me in your mind

I sing to the lonely lost in the bar and I seek your heart and soul

no one will question the song that drags you to the verge of hell

I will guide you through the day to the twilight of love dawning

burn up every bit of you, in the process, listen for the honey, in the wind

salvation is just beyond the ridge of time ever present in an empty mind


Loved