A woman's quiet acceptance
(the way she loves children and the
innocent and the broken)

Must have something to do with the way clouds
open and grass grows

(and I don't really mean anything or know what I'm talking
about or even understand my own dreams)

I'm just looking for an excuse to tell you about
my love

The entire sky of what
I feel for her is bigger than
the real sky

(she knows these mountains of who I
am will always be there to shelter
her children and her
body and her
dreams)

No fire
no rain
can touch
this place

(she knows
and she sees
and she reads my
eyes/mind
soul-whispers)

Funny how it was raining that day
when all I saw was sunlight
with you in the room

...to the time I imagined myself
without fear,
running through the back trails...
a pure soldier of God...

(this time I was only a soldier,
infused with light)

No fear
no pain

a good soldier knows when to fight
when to hide
when to kill
when to survive
when to die

(when to rise)

Some of these visions.
Or better to say,
"all of these visions that she's haunting
in my mind"

Which is to say every thought in my dust strewn
head
(those times we were:
gone
and the times we should have died,
and I shot my soul around the planet,
shot my head full a smoke and lights)

We search for perfect mirrors and I know
there is something perfectly perfect about her
something essentially
perfect

I musta been somebody else
before these times
came along
through invisible
illumination
(her face dreams of me constantly)


So many spaces inside of my time
reverberate with the moments of our
aliveness

(moments of darkness stretched paper-thin)
moments of light encompassing
everything

Our time is movin on
she sure was a dreamer
(and I like that)
Barely walked the earth
(enough pain to make her human as hell)
still can't convince myself though,
that she ain't
some kinda angel

No she ain't some kinda
angel
(some kinda angel)