7/8/2008, 8:57 PM

pondering the other side

Steves topic about Life After death came the same day I uploaded this song...or maybe the day after.. Leviathan It's funny in a way because it's a poem I wrote about the transient nature of existence and our wondering what might be beyond..I think it's a desperate sort of wondering sometimes. I liked the poem, the song turned out a bit dramatic I think, It was one of the first things I did where I played everything and did all the production and sometimes that puts us in the worst sort of company! :-) Maybe I kind of overshot it a bit.. Might be better with just an acoustic guitar..or maybe just a poem. But I worked real hard on it, and it has a groovy intro! Anyway, Raymond was kind enough to put it on his new songs station http://iacmusic.com/stations/KIAC4341.htm or you can stream it from my page http://iacmusic.com/artist.aspx?id=108995 - There's a fire in the tavern hearth burning alone There's a cabin boy wandering home A fisherman humming and mending his nets on a beach spread with sea polished bone the new moon is hiding, the air a black steam a thousand small cries rise from shared fitful dream no safe haven in sleep something moves in the deep there's a scattered shipwreck on a black pebbled shore a rune carved in sea walls a gray a moss covered ruin forgotten by lore on a night that brings no hope of day a silent reminder, a story now lost no way of accounting the worth or the cost how now to turn back the tide? or to warm the cold chill deep inside my language is dying my song slips away a strand of beads lost in the sand my last happy ancestor sleeps at the edge of a map that is carved in my hand a mark on the path and I know what it's for somehow I'm certain I've been here before a meaning in how this twig bends but I've forgotten how this story ends. I carved a small boat from a lightning struck tree and carried it with me in sleep I filled it with flowers and ashes and tears and set it to sail on the deep. a way of remembering, a purposeful dance a poem woven vessel abandoned to chance and here on the shores I abide as I wait for some sign in the tide the silent forgotten asleep in our bones the people we know in our sleep we fall through the icy abyss of the stars and sing songs and give tears to the deep. S.