Comes a time when ashes fall, when you dance through nights, and fall, and dark valleys draw you close, touch your heart with such a force. Comes a time when balance breaks, upside down, a smile forsakes, and lies and wounds on inward shelf, bruise your soul, your inward self. Comes a time in future past, when you meet yourself at last, when the sky splits from itself, makes a challenge you cannot stand. Walk it through, a pass so high, no shadow can touch you.
(No Shadow Can Touch)
She moves in the tombs of light and sound, those places searching where life is found, and as I told her so long ago turn around, and turn again. Upon pavement, upon glass, upon quakes the ground in grass. What of teaching, what of spell, those words I breathed into your childhood well? When you cry, when you break, reach for that tiny box in place. Know its love, the light inside, spells we crafted, with no divide, way upon the mountain side. There I said it, a circle round, there I said it, there implied, still beautiful.
Comes a time, an error makes, all that’s golden comes and takes, and all that cries, an instant move, terrible moments, a liar’s bait. Comes a time when G_D turns around, changes laws, your hearts cut down, splits a seam inside your dream, bellows rages your shames complete. Comes a time in chains and ruin, when your craft can’t find the moon, trains stop running a plane flies by, life is speed through gravestone skies. Walk it through, a pass so high, no shadow can touch you.
(No Shadow Can Touch)
She dances morning on into noon, and takes the place she’s born into, burning oxygen it flames so fast, and as I told her at altitude turn around and turn again. What tomorrow it brings so fast, is here today it will not pass, what we learned my girl and me, to lead the way, for others to see. Know your kingdom, know your stride, know your magic, your light inside. Bring your wisdom, from mountain days, when I your daddy was known to say, there’s not a thing that’s touched your brow, though shadows happened and daemons tried. There I said it, a circle round, there I said it, there implied, still beautiful.
For my daughter Kaitlyn who is still beautiful, and no shadow can touch. – 04.17.2015 – דָּנִיֵּאל