burning white candle in the window
a guide for travelers everywhere with rucksack
whether they be traversing the forest like jungle cat
or crossing the mountains leaping and jumping like mountain goat
or sailing the untamed ocean or no matter where they at
past the land are the mountains and past the mountains is the ocean
past the ocean is the land and past the land are the mountains and so it goes
it’s all one and one is all and the universe smiles
maybe up in the stars of a separate universe
far away from here my friend, far far away
sitting in peacefulness of a park bench in a light rain on a cloudy cloudy afternoon
lying on the beach, but the tides were telling the truth as they always do
offered to buy her a drink
she was on vacation and the night was young
but she was feeling old and skipped the tiki bar
went back to her hotel room for some hideous television
the sky cleared just in time for sunset
red sails in the sunset glowing against a golden sky of promise
on my right was the orange sun setting over soft blue water
on my left, a full moon in a darkening blue sky
I feel like I’m at a outdoor planetarium
I wanted to share the moment with somebody but nobody was around
except for a few seagulls looking for scraps
it could have been anybody but everybody was gone
I could sit all night and watch that drawbridge go up and down for the big boats
but I didn’t, a few hours after dark, I headed for the neon
