--------------------
I have been thinking about the path
the path to her garden
wondering who laid the stones
wondering who might have helped her
a little girl so far from home
I have been thinking about the flowers
the flowers that grow wild and free
I have been craving the flowers she holds
the ones I never have seen
and I have been thinking about the journey
wondering what hope I have found
hoping the bags filled with memories
will feed me and not weigh me down
and I have been weeping for the fearful
the fearful I left at the gate
quietly hoping their darkness
their darkness won't cloud my way
and god knows I need to believe in something
and god knows that I believe in you
but god never really mattered
when it came to following through
---------------
I really really love this- so my taste and style. Different than your other stuff. Hopeful. My favorite in awhile.
ReplyDeleteThank you. This is very Leonard Cohen to me. Maybe I'm biased. But I love it. Better. :--)
ReplyDeleteI've read this many times since you've posted it, and each time I read it completely differently. Beautiful.
ReplyDelete