Oh, out in the city,
picking up time –
but this was something so devious,
-like a pair of eyes-
like a surprise.
Picking up West,
and the East Coast,
that lonely dog barking on the beach.
Sunny drive went high,
California –
with the birds going by: rolling, stolen,
picking up streams.
Those burning lanes,
so I drive,
and I drive-
out there in the moonlight cruise
with a prayer,
a prayer,
-a rolling stone Gypsy, rocking an angel in the sky. My angel in the sky,
I reach out to you forever.
This is the way that I am. I’ve been sleeping forever,
but finally have woken up to the broken doors & the glass.
So here I am now, breathing out.
My eyes bleeding shut-
like my broken soul,
and my open heart.
Tears blowing out of my eyes-
Like the oceans,
Like the world.