A Cage To Hold My Dreams
When I Look At Her
When I look at her, lying there, I remember
The six wild horses that she rode
Through the early dawn
To fetch my breakfast
And the way she darned my tattered skin
With loving thoughts
Love is the only certainty. The cool running water
That revives parched grass.
I recall a tiger woman
Blitzing the hide off Jesus Christ
To secure his attention. Holding back World War II
Until I was safely away
I look at her lying there, at the invisible love chains
That bind her to me. The once raven haired lady
I wept for six summers long
Scoops me into her arms
And I reward her with laughter until the image
Shatters into a million fragments
Bad luck is the excuse that we make for what never happens
For the landscape of our spirit
Becoming a barren wasteland
Everything is nothing but the loving thoughts
Smuggled into the rafters of my mind after dark
Which take the sting from my sense of loss
I look at her lying there, at the grooved face
And withered hands. Over half a century of shared experiences
Have slipped from her memory like weathered leaves
But the glow that remains is indestructible
She was one magnificent lady
Under God`s roof who knew
How to love and create dependence
The six wild horses that she rode
Through the early dawn
To fetch my breakfast
And the way she darned my tattered skin
With loving thoughts
Love is the only certainty. The cool running water
That revives parched grass.
I recall a tiger woman
Blitzing the hide off Jesus Christ
To secure his attention. Holding back World War II
Until I was safely away
I look at her lying there, at the invisible love chains
That bind her to me. The once raven haired lady
I wept for six summers long
Scoops me into her arms
And I reward her with laughter until the image
Shatters into a million fragments
Bad luck is the excuse that we make for what never happens
For the landscape of our spirit
Becoming a barren wasteland
Everything is nothing but the loving thoughts
Smuggled into the rafters of my mind after dark
Which take the sting from my sense of loss
I look at her lying there, at the grooved face
And withered hands. Over half a century of shared experiences
Have slipped from her memory like weathered leaves
But the glow that remains is indestructible
She was one magnificent lady
Under God`s roof who knew
How to love and create dependence
