Paint My Tears

What’s that grief doing in bed with the past

still romancing a way

with unholy ghosts and if they ever awoke

could he deny his own dreaming

to avoid what his fear is trying to say


Agony has a song that drowns more than the weak

and as I sink in pain am I really such a freak

In this world that knows so little about the earth

I will not die before I give my purpose its birth


There is a dream that has many drums

and sleep dances and mystery comes

Come drum with me our rhythm of feeling

Spirit design a dance floor for our healing

There is such a moon in the April sky

as full as the Spring day that just passed by

There is a big love in a lonely man’s breast

gentle like your brush strokes and wilder than the west 



dancing wolf