Straight up the sound
Where whitecaps roll
Against the tide
The scene reminds
Of days gone by
The stormy times
The years I lost
Blown well off course
Blown all to hell
But I rowed back
Against the swell
The scene reminds
Of days gone by
The stormy times
The years I lost
Blown well off course
Blown all to hell
But I rowed back
Against the swell
“Don’t worry, love”
Was her reply
“I’ll stay with you
This long dark night
“When comes the morn’
You’ll see sun rise
As you look
Into my eyes
I will be the willow
And not the hammer
I will be the water
And not the rock
Where there is hate
I will love
Where there is greed
I will give
Love puts the ground under my feet
The skip in my step
The stars in my sky
The hope in my heart
It is the grey world of the mundane
Which confounds my seeking
Where everything which casts a shadow
Seems lighter than the darkness
Not because I think I am important
Or I have something important to say
It’s just the way the words come
And I’m just fine with that
While I sit
High upon the hilltop
Feeling the breeze
Wash over me
Is not proportioned
By the difficulty of obtaining it
But is informed
By the quality of attention I offer it