ALTHOUGH WE'RE GOING EMPTY ON MIXED WIND

mixed winds rolls us on a-new tide

through fields turning

a burning wheel like the sun

of shine and shade

is so long for the cool dream not to fade

of a good place and the water

tumbles to come back

and are you sure toward that time

to add some grace again

we could've been this image i behold

sunsets and sunrises

the flowers sweet that have fallen

with a thrist to speak

in the distant thunder

rain from the lips

that sips with more

drip-drop on the surface

of honey in the tea i made 

not that bad, i taste, i practice

every bit to make it more

lively way down at the river's side alone 

to find there is a hole in the bucket

a hole in the boat

i forgot where i heard this so on

drink up and float

so faraway we ride on

so faraway we strive on

up or down the round world

our eyes will fly

" my fine four fendered friend "

untethered again

too wet and too dry

scattered minds clear

on a long heavy line

leaving and conceiving

was just an angel

i could see that 

free flowers of fields a-far a-jar

although we are going empty on mixed wind

running out at when we were falling apart

so faraway we ride on

so faraway we strive on

scattered minds

on a long heavy line

leaving and conceiving

was just an angel

could see that

although we are going empty on mixed wind

with our head and hip and knee in the sand

and we feel so free

and so fast we flee

throw your arms around me

and the mind's eye will fly

and so far we go 

by the times that are still warm

now is so charmed

the body i don't know

the deep crap i don't really like to hear about

so shut the lights off

while sweet words are still fresh

in our shadow mouths

which both were pitch dark

and i am in the sky and not on the ground

so i throw you a kiss

from my world to your world 

i made a cozy mattress

all by our lonesome

sweet home just ahead puts forth

warm glow on from the distance

getting somewhat woozy now and forever

dims the wavy flame

of sweet dreams of the heart beams

today we don't know

untill tomorrow we'll be sure

to do it over again

to do it over again

so faraway we ride on

so faraway we strive on

strains and pains above the eyes

every road at dusk must bend 

ascending every bump

one that turns around

scattered minds clear

on a long heavy line

leaving and conceiving

was just an angel

i could see that

free flowers of fields a-far a-jar