This has been one of my faves since the first time I heard it -- intimate, philosophical, ultimately hopeful:
It's been a year since you left home for higher ground. In the distance I
hear a hoot owl ask the only question I have found to be worthy of the
sound it makes as it breaks the silence of your old town. These letters
are another way to love you.
It takes trouble, and it takes
courage to be free. But you 'll find, if you are soft enough, love will
hang around for free. And the coldest bed I found does not hold one but
it will hold three. I hope you never have to know what that can mean.
It's
safe to say I took the long and winding path. And were it not for
loving friendships who knows how long I would have lasted. You're young
one day but youth is rude and while you watch it walks right past and
then...hey...you get your chance to think like me.
When I was
young I was in service to my pain. On sunny days you'd find me walking
miles to look for rain. And as many times I swapped it all just to hop a
moving train. Looking back, it was a most expensive way to get around.
And
I found that all the world could love you save for one. And I don't
know why it is, but that kiss will be the haunted one. You'll pine and
weep and you'll lose good sleep and you'll think your life has come
undone, until you learn to turn and spurn that bitter wind.
Because
it'll probably be the one you least expect to, who will wager through
your storm with you, who will give your fears respect... who will melt
your burden down...though you probably don't want that yet, still...the
odds fall sweet in favor to an open heart.
Seems to me the
tools for being human are wicked crude. They're not so slick and smooth
and shiny as some stranger might allude. And while your longest night
might test you, you don't be scared of solitude. And remember what is
shared is also true.
Because there's a place where the water
races wide. And you could be hard pressed (in the muck of time) just
trying to reach the other side. You learn to find the only way, or you
learn to say you tried. It seems to me a lot of little towns were made
that way.
Now while I'm at it...let me tell you about the
moon. Because I heard some people talking, looks like we're probably
going to have to move there soon. All I know is the face it shows at
midnight is not the one it shows at noon. But I bet it's a standing kind
of wistful from over there.
In a word, I heard that life's a
cactus tree. And should you find a way to break it's skin, won't you
have a drink for me. But...if you're standing near a cactus, you're
probably where you shouldn't be. Isn't this why you left your home,
though you love me.
Now when I imagine life is only time and
space...then I guess I've seen the best of it upon your tender, loving
face. And the faith that you bestowed in me gives me a solid sense of
place. I learn to say...Fire, Water, Earth and Air...I learn to say
Fire, Water, Earth and Air...I learn to say Fire, Water, Earth and
Air...and I'll see you there.
No comments:
Post a Comment