jewel weed river
Aya, you are with me now
and we went into the woods
and the misquitoes, crossed my eyes
oh what a way to life this is
what a simple love
I'm planting everywhere
you show me to be myself and not to fear
however I may steer
to some it is queer
but what is this? there is an endless in-between
between a that and this
and a kiss of the earth
a dance with death
existing, exciting
to see out, to watch my breath
I guess thats why I like to smoke
to know that its still flowing
the spirits of the grass
growing well on past the mowing
this is just the way it is
this is just the way it is
so before I felt this
and now I feel this
this earth of dreams
dayaro!
Before I did not understand
these relationships of angels
like souls in the hole
tangled in our goals,
I said, "we must not be this way" though I noticed that we were
but everywhere I see our tracks, there are signs of g-d
all paths, this is the way I love you
that is the way she loves you
this is the way he loves you
love bug
love
dayaro!
and soon I will be dead
and what does this mean??
blossoming, everything
