Approaching Canaan

So my muscles get stronger as my will gets weaker, hey hey

Ship steady on its course for cold disaster

The split mind of a man part cartographer, astrologer, and ships captain

Only in a dark dark office do I feel ok.

So, for now it's the wind and the waves and the throttle of desire

Gnawing at the back of my mind is the key to the map

So, for now its the wind and and the waves and the throttle of desire

pushing my mind farther than it was meant to go.

In the song of the workers in the belly of the ship

is the length of the night

In the steps of the workers walking underneath the decks is the pulse of the day

Coming up to land and I feel alone in the breeze, hey hey

And the shape is familiar and the shape is strange as a dream in day

Now, the reaper might grab me or touch me with his wand

to make me a silver goose in the autumn sky

to make me a silver goose in the autumn sky

 It Will Come To Me In My Sleep

 

We fall asleep in the silver green tonight

Like snake scales, we glisten in the moonlight

 

We lay in tangled weeds, the best bed for us.

Like mica in concrete, we reflect the mirrored sun.

 

   Thoughts roll off the table and fall out of my mouth 

   Become golden tigers that stalk through the valley

   Whispering -  

  ‘We are the same, we are the same’

To fall asleep alone with me, are you scared?

   The tigers are out looking for me, looking for you

   I don’t know what this world will come to,

   But it will come to me in my sleep.

Grace in Space

Falling through space, what a day

what would you say?

once the capsule's busted anyway 

Please don't look up, I swear you'll know something's wrong with the sky

A helmet's glint oh why, do I tell myself these lies?

But we'll never get far enough with the old ways

The pattern is burnt and we can't put it back 

No, we'll never get far enough with the old ways.

Take a swim through a cold, cruel, map.  Spiraling

as old familiar blue is racing away.  Do you rue the day

you said it meant more to travel than to stay?

Oh, it's so beautiful

can't your heart somehow hear me say?

But we'll never get far enough with the old ways

The pattern is burnt and we can't put it back 

No, we'll never get far enough with the old ways.

So, fall into night on the back of a bird

So silent,  its wings, not a sound can be heard

but my eyes are too wide and my vision is blurred

but we don't fight, no we don't fight . . .

as every familiar thing winks out of sight

instead is replaced by bright bands of light

I close my eyes and somehow you're still waiting.

Jovian

With one last endorphin rush,

he let his tethers fall

And his body float helplessly up from the ocean.

Your nightmares only needed you to unfold

They’ve been waiting in the hold

Now his body floats hopefully

Up from the ocean.

 

    I do want this so badly

    To be truly alone 

    With just the currents’ 

    whirling features around me.

 

Jet pack propulsion pushes him

Up through the milk thick atmosphere

With no thoughts to the girls or bars back home.

Your nightmares only needed you to unfold

They’ve been seeds set to burst

Now you know how to explain 

that humming in your head

Who’d have guessed, he’s the medium

Pandora’s box inscribed as human.

 

   I do want this so badly

   To be truly alone

   With no need to recognize 

   anyone’s faces.

 

   I want this so badly

   To be truly alone

   With just the currents’ 

   whirling features around me.

© 2018 by Eli Wise