A meadow
Where it is wide with space
like jepetto
carving out a way
A riverbed
A place where my thoughts can lay
A place where they can play
Water begins to move
In its hard pursuit
And growing (going)…faster than you
And Im listening
To whats begun
Imagining what is wild
and what to do with the fire
Love is a thorn and a light that burns bright
A hope that is evergreen
that holds on through the night
and sometimes the night is …fucking long.
And then a decision comes along
and you have to decide
On it goes
And on we glide.