Painting on a field of dreams.
Waiting for my death, it seems.
Riding on my horse of bone.
Biding Time and Space alone.
Lifting stones of leaden sorrow.
Living yesterday’s tomorrow.
Lighting lamps to sing my song.
Fighting life, I linger on.
Breaking ties with joys of old.
Raking coals in ashes cold.
Sailing, searching, seeking land.
Trailing in the race of Man.
Bursting in my head the Light.
Thirsting for the simple life.
Pondering the voice of Is.
Thundering, the voice of Dis.