Rains on my shoulder
Someone bring me to the mountain high.
where the eagles fly and the angels cry,
into the sky,
oh my! The buzz is nigh.
Whispers crawl into my skin,
and I can feel where the words have been.
Taken down the road by a familiar face;
trees growing too high in this grounded space.
Astronauts and the devils below us,
where we find ourselves is where they wish they could reach us.
Doing and living so many unknown unknowns that they know, beyond us.
They don’t say that I once asked to learn, but they shooed us.
Oh will someone take me along and speak into my desires
to touch the world too close and intimately.
When the beauty of the earth is what I’ve named my love,
I do consider this for my soul, a necessity.
Rains on my shoulder coming from my bright star,
and her heat and her sadness overtakes me.
Together we mourn the disappearance of the moon.
I cry too, because the way to help them I cannot see.
I don’t know exactly where you have wandered,
or where your fate sets you be,
but I know that if our visions were each other’s reality,
then I would still be afraid, but I would set you free.
