| He walked until the wind blew cool and then cold, and whistled from the rocks, and blew from the stars, and he walked until he heard no music, the lights of the town went down the hills behind him, and he walked until he heard music again, the lights of the stars went deep into the sky, and deep into his eyes, it was more than he had ever felt before, and he heard a voice singing, and in some ways it seemed it was his own voice, and in some ways it seemed it was another, somewhere far off in the night, and it was this song he heard: If I lose my wings again it was very easy to love you with them and how high can angels be when flying is falling, fall down, oh, fall over me if I lose what I have found it is very easy to blame my shadow but how far can shadows run across the ground before we follow when I find what I have lost it is very easy to want to find you but I know, the time will come when falling is flying, fall down, oh, fall over me And as the music faded away again, he thought to himself, this music, this rises from the riverbed, that once was an ocean, and it has rained here many times before, it will rain here many times again, and the truth of that rain, it is here even now... He stopped walking that night, he found a close place, ringed by rocks and shadows, and he lay himself down, and looked up at the stars, and he wondered if, that night, he would sleep without a song, because for the first time, he was not in the room with the white walls and high ceilings, he was out away from the melody that he knew so well, and he thought to himself, this is a lonely, lonely world, these stars are so far away, the day is behind me, and with it the streets of town, and the people I know, and I am out beneath a familiar time, but it is a strange time too, and the morning is coming, but the morning is not here, and I do not know when it will be here, and I am walking away, but I think I am walking back as well, and how can all of this be? and how can all of this be? And so it must have gone with him, around and around, for some time, but though he was out and away from the melody that he knew so well, it is true that when we leave familiar places, we do not go alone, there is more than the known and the empty, there is the journey, and the wonder, and the songs we have not known, and we may walk where others have gone before us, and sometimes, looking back, they may watch our steps, and sometimes hear our questions, and sometimes sing us to sleep in the night. And so it must have been for him, when he heard this song: Peace dreams to you, my love ~ peace dreams to you some times the stars above ~ sail into blue sail into blue I'll see you through, my love ~ I'll see you through down streets I walked alone ~ I'll see you through Peace dreams to you, my love ~ peace dreams to you some times the stars above ~ sail into blue Peace dreams to you, my love ~ peace dreams to you night is an ocean, love ~ sail home to you sail home to you... And he fell asleep, there on the ocean night, sailing home, and sailing home... (next page...) |