Oh sins
Potions
Lotions loosing lasters

Loose your luster lasso
Muster mister moral master

Help me to begin again
I’m lost and have lingered away
It cost me a lot, I must say
Please help me get back to my den

The darkness, the fire, the zen
The knowing the humour will stay
The glowing in sun of the day
Help me get back there and then

I’ll care for my heart like a hen
I’ll comfort the eggs it will lay
I’ll hatch out its love and I’ll pray
My heart be a den where you stay
And then I’ll go wander again

I used to have dreams of glory and fame
Of money , and hunny, of story and name
But now after looking so long for that wealth
The only thing I wish to find is myself

Hardly been more than a year
Since last a tear was rolled
From out this cold and empty eye
Through which this life is told

Behold now here, before your stance
Within a glance is found
The empty sound that tinkers out
When a heart is broken down

The puddles are pink with the sky
The leaves have come down from their high
The moon peeks a sleepy-still eye
As the birds fly like spectres alone

Such craggle trees that grapple not
The lonesome breeze and heavy trot
Of apple knees to people who
Wander wayward, wary too

My shovel down, I hovel up
Betwixt the silent roving hub
That drips its eerie silent way
Forever at the end of day