I'm still chasing figments
Of a tree ever purging
Storm shattered skin
Churning dry ash and cold
Space nourishes this aching
Rooted and growing old
Worn and battered
Bruised deeply within
Joined together in a fluidity of flavor
Swirled up unto wholly new savors
Of being others as you and me
Grasping with hands of promise
Our nostalgic ways will forever
Flow into warm currents of reality
When all is said and done
And this life drones on
Draining every drop of hope
I imagine gleaming pools
Of an untapped source
In the deep stillness I reach
Until my thirst is quenched
There I'm gone, billowing on
We'll be cloudborne before long
Of a tree ever purging
Storm shattered skin
Churning dry ash and cold
Space nourishes this aching
Rooted and growing old
Worn and battered
Bruised deeply within
Joined together in a fluidity of flavor
Swirled up unto wholly new savors
Of being others as you and me
Grasping with hands of promise
Our nostalgic ways will forever
Flow into warm currents of reality
When all is said and done
And this life drones on
Draining every drop of hope
I imagine gleaming pools
Of an untapped source
In the deep stillness I reach
Until my thirst is quenched
There I'm gone, billowing on
We'll be cloudborne before long