Getting Old

Beautiful dark child
baby daughter
caress my finger
like a crescent moon
above the venus star

Nothing to say
empty as a drum
only companion is pain
familiar, embraced
as a friend

Desolate, lonely country
crossroads
back where I came
further ahead
whipporwill

Climb the vine
into my heart
flowers and thorns
wish I could stay
little wing, fly

MUSE

Time is an ocean
wave upon wave
let's ride this one
together again