October Nights​

 

There could have been a new baby, there could have been a new mother

A thing there was no temperament for

She gave it to the wind she did, she gave it to the raven’s nest

She gave it up to the moon and stars

 

We rock n rolled in that cabin there underneath the tall tall pines

When the winds broke, they seemed to stir the sky

We watched them from the window there as the tall trees swept the air

We rock n rolled without a care into October nights

 

Praise, praise, praise be to life

First you’re here and then you’re gone

Never seems to last so long

Praise be to the infinite aspect of ourselves

 

Seagulls squawked and seagulls soared as our small ship left the shore

Destined for unknown lands

We watched them from the railing there as their wingtips brushed the air

The painted arabesque hung there till it vanished from our sight

 

Praise, praise, praise be to life

First you’re here and then you’re gone

Never seems to last so long

Praise be to the infinite aspect of ourselves 

 

360 degrees around surrounded by only sea sound

Water in a small glass jar

And the hand which in that jar was held supported us very well

As we dove and rose with every swell into uncharted night

 

Praise, praise, praise be to life

First you’re here and then you’re gone

Never seems to last so long

Praise be to the infinite aspect of ourselves

 

Winds came up, waves got rough as she decided to really show her stuff

Forced us down into the hold

Swapping stories of the beast with holes like traps that just increased

Till we were left to view the feat in wild naked wonder

 

Praise, praise, praise be to life

First you’re here and then you’re gone

Never seems to last so long

Praise be to the infinite aspect of ourselves

 

Winds they blew with such a force, drove our tiny ship up north

As winter’s garments settled all around

Ensconced in ice from bow to stern, we got that there was more to learn

And in the cold we’d really burn till summer came again

 

Praise, praise, praise be to life

First you’re here and then you’re gone

Never seems to last so long

Praise be to the infinite aspect of ourselves

 

T ‘was in the morning of the day we watched the ice floes break away

From the confines of the heart

We saw ourselves as we were then, we’d seen the cycle to its end

We parted but went on as friends to a place called home