to have been delivered!
to find forgiveness in a hill
to fall in and then out
of love with a girl
to return age ten
where the fog rolling hills
did plip on my forehead
and give me my fill
to have moved
and have moved
and have moved yet again
suddenly feeling close to the end
and suddenly homeless
the ultimate choice
to start up from nothing
to dance with your voice
see sign posts
seen sign posts
seen them so clear
there's nothing to nothing to nothing but fear
we are let to be and then are not
and there's much in between
we are young we are old
we've lost our healthy sheen
it's the circumstance of going
from one to the next
have to eat dinner
have to cash checks
have to be clean and
tie up loose ends
have to be willing
to let thee things mend
will the geese who all gander
and the peace that resides
all flutter away now
from this sweet lullaby?
