The Road I'm On

The road that I’m on it could make me cry

The mountains are so far, so far

Yet the valleys are so near, so near

And the wind that stirs is the one that blows

My thoughts far beyond my reach

I knew, once, the name of every star

And had a breath saved for each meteor

But now I forget more and more

And am lucky to remember, to remember

That your window is the lowest, the smallest

In the wall that is the skeleton

That holds up the ivy that holds up the vine

Of the grape that ripens in the summer

The sterling silver summer

And I have to pray to the memory

To help me find that lowest of windows

And with no shame I will open, I will open it

I will cut away the knee-high blossoms

I will pull apart the ivy

I will open the window and I know, I know

Here is where I will collide

With the angels with the muses

With the saddest of the comedies

I will lovingly name my road ‘Disaster’

And in the light of day

I will leave that window

 I will point at the sky, at the sky

And I will rename those invisible stars. Every star.

And with every breath a meteor will pass

Like the smallest of the butterflies

Who look like moving flowers

And paint the canvas of my road

A little brighter, brighter

Do I decide that disaster isn’t too bad?

Or happily grow like ivy on the outside

Of the smallest window

That leads into beautiful chaos

And paints with unknown colours?