Flickering
Stuart Howard
A meadow is a flood of straws
Each tied to the same ground
Staring out, the same wide sky
Silently awake
Wonder if I'm dreaming
Still alive, just barely there
But I'm drifting
I know there's a light at the end, somewhere
Flickering
Each stroke is calling single thoughts, single thoughts
Each step is a beating heart
Each tied to the same path
Silently awake
Wonder if I'm dreaming
Still alive, just barely there
But I'm drifting
I know there's a light at the end, somewhere
Flickering
Flickering
Flickering
Flickering