in orbit, across the Void
Don’t play what’s there...play what isn’t there
(I’m being navigated out of this world)
Who seeks wisdom
along special paths of pain
to avoid the order of blunt notes?
(Puzzle me the right answer to that one)
Fire out of the fire, smoke
out of the smoke, a woman
who confesses her own delight
Birds quiet after the fireworks
stars just seen behind the moon
everything will pause for a moment
A deep conversation
floats across a dark field
I can hear the joy is thunderous.