Over the horizon
Tell me of a land where no bombs fell from the sky
And milk and honey flowed eternal
Thats where I dream I will be
When my bones have no further use
And sickly-spirits takes hold of my constitution
That’s a prayer devoutly to be wished
Someday, that is.
And I heard a tale of a woman
Who could sew your soul together
For a penny or two
I saw it a miracle
She must be heaven-grazed
Lighting herself on poor fishermen
Who returned from the sea
Weather-beaten and frayed
Maybe thats the rub
When all is wearied
By time and shocks of the flesh
You need somebody to mend you
An angel or angelic force
BY which means could never be done by you
It’s comforting to know that it is
Because heartache can only feed the mind for so long
And blood is thicker than water
But what about joy?
I believed that it was light footing on a steady ground
But maybe its something else entirely
Like Arms around you through the grief of the ages
Shielding everything thats in your grasp
Because maybe you need all that
The simple pleasures
Of each other and time on our hands
And each other to spend it with
Or maybe its just art, encompassed in all manners of thought and deed
I cannot see how the fairy beams with dust
But I can know that there is a sunrise over the horizon.
