Late Nights

I dreamed the other day

That I was standing on a crossroad

There were four men standing by each waiting it seemed for me

The first one turns to me and said with a twinkle in his eye

Run boy, don’t you run

From the sadness in your life?

Run boy, don’t you run

From the sadness in your life?

And I couldn’t do anything

But agree and take his advice.

And just when I was getting comfortable with my luck

This second turns to me and says this is really what you’ve got

You’ve got one choice to pick which hand is gunna stay open

And for every sin you confess you do so in cowardice

Run boy, don’t you run

From the mistakes in your life?

Run boy, don’t you run

From the mistakes in your life?

And I couldn’t do anything

But agree and take his advice

Just when I got a little tired, and thought I would surly snap

The third says to me, wake up, here there is no rest

Here are brick and mortar to make your walls grow higher

And here is nothing for you to comfort in when it falls down to your side

Run boy, don’t you run

From the fractures in your life?

Run boy, don’t you run

From the fractures in your life?

And I couldn’t do anything

But agree and take his advice

Sitting in the rubble of it all with nothing left to lose

The fourth makes his way to me and hands me his walking shoes

Without any words he walked into the harsh sunset

And that’s when I saw the ridged scars etched in his ancient back

Run boy, won’t you run

To the glory in your life?

Run boy, won’t you run

To the glory in your life?

And I couldn’t do anything

But awake from my dreams.

I dreamed the other day I was stranded at a crossroad

We Were Kings

I weep with dead trees,

Dipping into youthful streams.

And like all of your forsaken memories,

I become shadow below ripples.

Cluttered sleep

Rest less finger tips

Pointing me to cross roads.

A smoke ring left me framed

Within her 20/20 at the end of a .45.

I call them dreams,

I call them prayer.

Past Legends

My clutter is the relief of Olympus.

And upon this precipice of fortunes,

My golden fleet, I shine.

If in the event I falter,

Drop off of this cliff

And descend into fretful and cold depths,

Seek me in the stars,

For there I will sail eternally.

Between

I’m under gray clouds now

Wishing to see some stars

I’m quieter now

With an ancient smile

We small boys dance in mystic trances.