Friday, April 24, 2009

Into the wide open sky with no answers
I dream of dying and reuniting
To an origin I have never travelled to
A place of comfort and orange skies

Forever westbound against the sea
I want to swim into the mouth of sin
I hear La Llorana sing about comforting
While my best friend and I enjoy our tea

Away from the thunderstorms
Beyond the tallest challenges
A return to a place called home
I will meet you there