Swell

With the ocean pounding in the background,
the stream of thoughts does not always
flow swiftly, undesturbed. Undercurrents of
insanity are swelling, and the brooding
storm is near, and I alone in my boat, alone
with fear...let go.

1942

We find ourselves lost.
Where did I go?
I've been conversing with ghosts,
Alone in the attic.
Their wood creaking voices
Leaving echoes around the room,
And their dust blown bodies
dance in the light from the moon.
I see your silhouette in shadows
your feet stepping to the tune
of a muffled song carried over
It sounds like 1942
And with fireside chats and whiskey bottle caps
I feel more at home
We find ourselves lost
Where did I go?
I've been conversing with ghosts.
Stomping alone in the attic
with some courage on my tongue
Whiskey bottle's empty
but my dancing's just begun
I take your ghostly hand
and twirl you just the same
as the light begins to twirl
this dust sure knows the game
Its 1942
And she knows me by my name
And with fireside chats and whiskey bottle caps
I feel more at home
We find ourselves lost
Where did I go?
Drinking and Dancing
back to 1942.
Whispering and laughing
I'm holding on to you.

The Dead Travel Fast

I saw you there in the corner of the room
Legs bent up at the knee
"The dead travel fast"
I heard it when you looked at me
The quickest way into your heart
Is the day I leave and my soul departs
Just scatter me like the leaves
All wind swept and hell bent
On getting caught up in your eaves
I likened you to a fish in the sea
I likened you to an owl in a tree
But darling its not you its me
A thousand times and I'd try again
But I am likened to the tree
10,000 leaves
And I can't even pick out me