There is more space for stars

There is more space for stars

More ocean for the whales

As the mountains divide

The vast and open wide

There is emptiness here

I struggle for the whole

There are stars that are dead
But fire in the coal

I am absent in Life

I am absent in Life

Until I come to this

I am here for it now

As the notes start to shift

And the tune sweeps in space

And when I hear your voice

Then I join the living

Without making a choice

On this my journey home

On this my journey home

The sun sets on the land

It flickers through the trees

I block it with my hand

The clouds made by airplanes 

Are born on courses skew

Puffed up then criss-crossing

Across the final blue

Not in this place and not

Not in this place and not

Living in the moment

In fall thinking winter

Sitting wanting movement

Not reflecting backwards

The past was meant to fade

Trying to control time

In what has not been made

Tired of my lessons

Tired of my lessons

But do not want to teach

While wisdom is peeking

It’s too far out of reach

Too tired to ask myself

Instead it’s come what may

Even a broken timepiece

Is right two times a day