Places Are Not Home
Anywhere that ewe are at,the Place that ewe could be.
A House in Galveston,a canyon of the mind.
Lost songs echo shouting backward into time.
Anywhere that love is at is the place I want to be.
Anywhere that love is at is where ewe are to be.
Love like mine hardly ever happens,
sandstone castles ripple into time,
echo in the mines of all the gold.
We learn to do what we are told.
Confusion slipped away from me.
I learn to have my want.
The Ghost has come to haunt,
the places I have seen,but then,
He has never seen ewe yet.
Gold and golden salty corn.
A place to live and love beside the sea.
A woman fashioned from her love.
