DREAM WALKING

At night I walk the road
Or down the railway track.
I don’t travel in cars
And I never look back.
I hear musical notes
Like steps to the stars.
I got a guitar strapped.
Like a rocket pack.

I see the world.
In black and white.
The thorn on hedgerows
Are razor bright. Sometimes.
When the moon
Is an x Ray machine.
Showing the white bones of life.
Crow picked clean.

And sometimes the rain.
Sometimes the rain blows clear
Those forgotten loves
That you once held dear.
You don’t miss them now,
But somehow.
Somehow it’s your own lost souls.
Dead before you were born.

There is frost on the trees
Like acid poured on bark.
A raven calls overhead
Naked in the dark.
And in the cadence of my steps.
A melody comes to form.
As ancient as the earth itself,
Of wind and nature born.
The sounds of birth,
And death once more.
The sounds of joy and blight.
But the night is a friend.
A lover almost.
It’s where you feel safe.
No matter the cost .
So I walk alone .
down that track.
My conscience is clean.
I ain’t looking back.
I don’t care where I been.

Thoughts can be lost
on the whistling wind.
Like scattering crows.
But I see them flying
And summon them home.
For there is only one journey.
And only one song.
As my emotions unravel
They guide me along.

At night I walk the road
Or the railway track.
I don’t travel in cars
And I never look back.
I hear musical notes
Like steps to the stars
I got a guitar strapped.
Like a rocket pack.

At night I walk the road
Or the railway track.
I don’t travel in cars
And I never look back.
I hear musical notes
Like steps to the stars
I got a guitar strapped.

And its a rocket pack.

A rocket pack.