It’s raining in my head
4am tunes that turn
to dust in morning light:
we were greater then
more than less
my silky skin hid
the scars I bore.
Are we wiser now?
Our faces stretched ‘n worn
we’ve travelled every path
a panoply of mystic routes
to a heaven we’ll never find.
We were bolder then
before we dived inside
this wild rip tide of destiny.
It’s raining in my head
4am tunes that vanish
with the dawn:
my hands were tied
by expectations spun
with golden rings
till the children tumbled
from the stars to love me.
Life became an
pilgrim’s road of
needing, wanting, waiting
but it’s raining in my head
4am tunes that fade
with morning light.
A spring wind’s blown
your name away
I’ve left you lost
in city lights
while I fly swan - winged
in a soaring sky
that calls me by my last name.
