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

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