IN A LAND OF MANY GODS

I heard the streams of music
Being carried on the air
The honeysuckle was opening
As I sat there on the stairs

It was the first time that I heard you
That I felt your golden wings
There are some things you can only feel
Some things you can only dream

I feel like I am falling
From a crash in outer space
And I cannot help but wonder
If I'm really from this place

I am just a passenger
In a land of many gods
I find small openings in my dreams
But when I wake, I'm lost

Like Alice in her wonderland
Like Charlotte in her web
Nothing here can feel as real
As the worlds inside my head

There must be some way out of here
If only through a dream
Underneath the bedroom floor
A trapdoor opening

The nighttime ocean pulls me in
The wind, it shifts direction
The lonely glow of the fishing boats
Haunt the dark horizon

Like my grandfather, I'm an edge walker
We walk the space in between
Spinning the thread between day and night
Between the waking world and a dream

I know I will forget you
Like every time before
Until I hear a certain song
Or see a certain door

On clear nights, when the stars are bright
I'll watch the heavens move
I'll find the way that music's made
And sing it back to you

My feet, they sink into the sand
I feel your golden wings
There are some things you can only feel
Some things you can only dream

The sun is rising in the east
The honeysuckle, opening
I sit upon the stairs, and drift
While other worlds are forming.