Weaving A Thread

I’m working off the grid
To reinforce what ever is
And it is made of light
To make the spirit ignite
But no one knows what I”m doing
And the dream that I’m pursuing
Seems ever elusive
And I am perfusive
In spelling out exactly what I entertain
To rise above the pain
Into a realm beyond the dust
Somewhere that you can trust
Because it will not fall away
What’s there when nothing else can stay
Is only known
When you let go of the garden grown
With fertiliser
And equalisers
Distort the sound
But the ground
Is green and when you touch your feet
To the earth you really meet
And for the first time
You let go of the crime
Committed against you
And present tense you
Into forever
This endeavour
Will not go wrong
It is built on the power of song
But you can’t hear the music if the noise
Captures you and the boys
Are all beautiful
But the wool
You use to touch my skin
Is enough to make me sin
And depart
From the calling of my heart
That speaks in silence pure
A Word that will endure

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