blood on the moon, blood on my hands, a heart full of remorse
whenever I’m feeling blue, adding yellow doesn’t help but adding alcohol does
that or a moon peeking around the wispy clouds
candle, coffee, classical music...calming
it was a day for burning brown incense and listening to the quiet
then my spirit got restless and I went out walking
it didn’t seem safe to cross the old rickety looking bridge over the river
I went anyway--the other side looked foreboding and mysterious
us restless souls seldom find a home
the problem is as soon as you find yourself, yourself leaves town
the road calls and you just gotta answer
how can you expect me to know what to do
when I don’t even know my own mind?
I do like to be beside the seashore when it’s cool and misty
the air thick as saltwater taffy
never grow tired of listening to the water splash onshore
often dreamed of starting walking in miami
wandering all the way up the coast to maine along the beach
past the hotels, condos owned by the ultra rich, beachside homes
took a walk in the rain...beautiful —
then it stopped and the sun came out...ruining everything
