Dare I hope to hope?
Is it safe? Is it right?
Am I hoping for nothing
But a black and empty night?
Spin us a tale, tell us a rhyme,
What happened “Once upon a time”?
Give us a ballad, sing us a lay
Of kings and princes far, far away.
There’s just something about a forest
That makes the turbulent soul fall still
And listen to the mournful dirge
Of the solemn whipporwhill.
Words bind me, wrapping around me like vines
And like vines they grow, and constrict, like a boa
And like a boa they hiss in my ear, the most wonderful things.
This place is now a nest of darklings.
The air is rank with all their lies.
Once it rang with truth so sparkling;
But now, in the storm, truth dies.
I've made a paper airplane
With wings of Crayola blue
I made it just for me
To fly away with you.
I loved to look upon him,
The Hunter near the Way.
So strong his arm and long his bow
And so bashful of the Day.
The sky is bright, the sun’s on the sea
The salt’s in the wind and the wind’s on me.
The world is good, the weather’s fair,
A small garden, lush with flowers
Pinks and whites and lavenders
Specked with candles in colored glass
Strolled two young and handsome lovers.
I see His mark writ in the stars
And in the ocean’s roar
I see His hand among the trees
And in the eagle’s soar.