27 January 1999
Pretty Dish

Darkness descends,
The heavens call my name
Am I one degree from my starting point
Or did I begin at the end?

I feel my soul rise up
It escapes now from me
Overrun with truth,
Must catch the first white cloud.

Twinkle, twinkle little star
Do you wonder so for me
Or am to seek out the moon
And run away
Like the dish with the spoon.

I twist towards nowhere
No time in this place
Shall I spin in to somewhere
The angel’s hand is on my shoulder
And I really just don’t know
Where I will turn to next.

To solve the puzzle
I realised, a missing piece at last
It was taken by the wicked ones
With the sweet magic they so cast.

To speak another language
Is to be understood
But none here now
Will learn with me
And I can not teach myself.

One million souls float around me here
Some familiar, some I don’t know
And I can not see myself right here
I am lost again
I know.

My frozen heart beats in it’s numbness
But only barely still
I am afraid to go
Please catch me if I will

Leave me now
Just leave me here
Run away tonight with me
Run away time
Run away spoon
Run away sky
And just leave the moon

Leave my light to guide me
Guide me safely home.