I’m now home will paint a portrait of a ribbon on an ice cream cone
I’ve held in place in hand for mountains for months
I’ve sung bridges city dinners sand to rid a place to welcome face
I’ve woken up I’ve totaled us have felt lust the list goes on
Awake, I’ve given up on the image of a large flame
Reciting the end to those at the end
Waiting on a cliff to be a near miss
Instead I’ve decided to visit a dear friend
I’ve decided to speak of the fear that I feel instead of them
That when you turn to me I’ll be nowhere near you
I’ve decided to stay and not travel through walls to
I’ve decided to speak of and listen to the world with you
That all will grow from this the rising sun
The blossoming tree in skin that manifests one’s own hand
That California’s ocean sets sail to and from the very fields
In which we’ll dance friends when all is won.
