Pastel, ocean pale ...
City by the sea ...
In the sun, I can see ...
A story told ... vision of old ...
Alone in the night ...,
With a turning tide,
My life broke on your shore ....
Wake up in the morning,
Fog-bank rolling in ...
I don't know
Where I'm goin',
Can't tell you
Where I've been.
All those schemes have passed
Leaving me alone at last ... stranded,
Empty-handed, sinking fast
Into some seasoned depths
Where only darkness reigns ...,
What hope remains?
I walk alone.
Past streets of aging cobblestone
Now broken, where no love has grown
I wander lost, forgotten, through fields
Where only barren seeds were sown ....
I knock on every door in town.
Friends have gone. I let them down.
Gasping, madly grasping for a chance
To turn this life around, I stumble,
Grope and fumble through nights
Whose passions pass without a sound.
Running wild with no direction,
Sensing some immense dimension,
Shadow blind, time out of mind ...
Who can find a way to overcome?
Impressions of an era when
To know was to be known
Echo clear, then disappear
Within the silence where
Some timeless wind has blown.
Visions of some other rise
Like smoke up in the air ...
Phantom souls unfolding
From coals that lie,
Still smoldering in the ashes
Of life's whole costly mad affair.