let your youth fall from you like a
white winged dove.
take off your mask of beauty that keeps
hidden from me your laugh and your
kisses....
tear down the walls that have risen
up around your dark legs and have
now caused your body to bleed.
and shatter from the sky above
all the hidden stories that you built
up inside your head to make that
beanstalk grow.
forget what was once done in the moment of
passion and blow out those candles that
light up the night sky
and light up the secrets that sit in the corners
waiting to be released in the wild.

just like someone once said.
all you need is love.

when all around the world...

swing low, sweet chariot.
coming forth to carry me home.
swing low, sweet chariot...
in your covered wagon.
with that soft ice that melts
upon your tongue
as you drink up my blood from
your cuts of heartbreak and hope.
swing low, sweet chariot.
rock forth on that hill
with the wagon wheels of your past
making its hard to pull forward.
carry me home
in that sack laden with rose petals
and troubles that you sing about
as you plant your watermelon seeds
and drink from the tin hands
of the scarecrow from your
cobwebbed soul.
swing low,
sweet chariot.