Come to me
stained and selfless,
clothed in mystery,
needing something from me.
Hold me like a hole in your hands,
’cause I’m just excusing away.
Safe living in
what I am,
but I know I can’t stay.
Could you love me past change?
In my own disgraceful way,
makes you no less wonderful
and still no one takes you place.
Facing the day is easier loving you.
Holding on to sanity’s easier everyday, too.
The nagging new notion of going away
isn’t around to keep me from being renewed.
Drifting, just give me a sail.
I’ll find my way somewhere,
I know I will.
Offer me you
and I’ll rise like the sun
and die like an eagle.
HG – 1995-2000
