the moon for my shield
and grab the cyclone for my steed
for I have come with a hunger for life
an appetite for joy
and a habit for the wild
I am in the cascades
between the stars
In the rumble of her arms
feeding wild on the lifeline
Dove's in the thornbush
a victim of chance
If it struggles, it is sure to bleed
upon that satin white crest
If it calls for the gardner
it will surely starve,
so long has that song been forgotten
As the hawks circle above
and winds push deep the barbs
a tiny sparrow snaps a hole
for the dove's escape
And all the sparrow says on leaving
Is that the Gardner showed him how
the project's due
she's alseep - quarter past two
thing of a song - must write that report
forgot that call - ten till four
too hot....too cold...getting angry
What's it for?
See the sun and rise so weary
walking to the edge
and the demons hear me
through the day - fatigue, despair
sleepless walk to the lion's lair
Glancing at that bed again
will I sleep or will I break
when will this circle end
it seems no more can I bend