17 Apr 2008
I wanted to talk to the sea
So I stood on the shore and it washed at my feet
But I do not live as a sailor or saint
In the realm of the honest or the reverent
But the distance between
The mountains were calling to me
So I climbed to the top of the highest peak
But I am neither mystic nor mountaineer
I am all fractions and pieces of dreams
And the distance between
I stood at the edge of the field
And tried to talk to the growing seeds
But I have no farm and I cannot preach
And there were no parables that I could teach
Of the distance between
The wind whispered through the leaves
So I sat myself down underneath that tree
Neither poet nor woodsman I do not see
Angels in branches, the slowness of years
But the distance between