This Way Again
Love Means Nothing
Purple water moving
Softly flowing in
Against the rocks caresses,
A touch, and out again.
I had to leave the city
For safe harbor by the sea
To watch the gentle waters crash
Upon the rocks, without me.
How strange to be the watcher
Instead of one who heals
To simply hear the ocean crash
And not know how it feels.
The inward waves, they soothe me
Receding, they take the pain
I wonder why I ever left
Just to come this way again.
Written after the Pulse Nightclub massacre in Orlando.
She is beautiful in spirit and mind
And damaged by a chance encounter
She is strength of the most courageous kind
In facing the ordeal fate has dealt her
She is power, and turning to fight back
Rains torrents down on firestorms
She endured the most ancient attack
She is our survival in her precious form
Love means nothing to me now,
I flew close to sun and fell
Out of orbit to the edge
And grasp onto the first ring of hell
Climbing slowly from the ledge
I slipped twice more, but well,
I guess I chose to live instead.
But is it love that should be gone
Or the illusions that I had of you
The magician, and the con
A story that was never true
Like tarot cards, the reading’s wrong.
The hanged man, yes, I think, is you.
Waves of grass and songs in trees
Scents of flowers sooth my flaws
I love these things infinitely,
Even more for having clawed
My way back from eternity.
Soft fur, your dog at my feet
Howls when the train rolls past.
He howls for thee, and ask not why,
For in the risk of having loved
I’d have come this way eventually.