The Lull

Took myself out and erased my path

Blackened out the writing, replaced my name.

We can pass through and empty our hands

Or change our minds and go back.

My head is high, my mouth is silent,

But in my soul I feel life flowing like rivers.We try to keep our hearts free

From the fever that drowns all sober thoughts away

I will not be as one kept in bit and bridle

With no understanding for us all

And still I feel, a hiding place

When I look down and see dust and bone at my feet.It does not cross rivers, or oceans, or lakes

But love is deep, so when it cracks it trembles

And crumbles you from within.