Going in

Going in. I don't know any other way.

Going in. To the sounds inside like sparrows singing me.

I need to love a little while just like I--I need to love a little while.

Birdsong--it takes me right on home. Birdsong, a friend when on my own.

Going in, putting words down on the page yet again. Breathing with and through the words and the rhythm. Holding nothing back from attention.

I need to feel a little while. What's inside? I need to feel a little while.

Redwoods--ocean view, a cup of tea. Smiling friends gathered round, there's a fire inside me.

Don't go away. Don't go away.

I go away. Yet I stay.

Ocean of clouds, a trail out to nowhere. Blanket of stars lying down on a bench. The past a reminder of what is inside--a mountain of wisdom, a home that won't fade.

Don't go away. Don't go away.

I find a way. And I stay.