Tuesday, April 7, 2009

Follow...


Let the river rock you like a cradleClimb to the treetops, child, if you're ableLet your hands tie a knot across the tableCome and touch the things you cannot feel

And close your fingertips and fly where I can't hold youLet the sun rain fall and let the dewy clouds enfold youAnd maybe you can sing to me the words I just told youIf all the things you feel ain't what they seemThen don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream
The mockin' bird sings each different songEach song has wings, they won't stay longDo those who hear think he's doing wrong?While the church bell tolls its one note songAnd the school bell is tinkling to the throngCome here where your ears cannot hear
And close your eyes, child, and listen to what I'll tell youFollow in the darkest night the sounds that may impel youAnd the song that I am singing may disturb or serve to quell youIf all the sounds you hear ain't what they seemThen don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream
The rising smell of fresh cut grassSmothered cities choke and yell with fuming gasI hold some grapes up to the sunAnd their flavor breaks upon my tongueWith eager tongues we taste our strifeAnd fill our lungs with seas of lifeCome taste and smell the waters of our time
And close your lips, child, so softly I might kiss youLet your flower perfume out and let the winds caress youAs I walk on through the garden, I am hoping I don't miss youIf all the things you taste ain't what they seemThen don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dream
The sun and moon both ariseAnd we'll see them soon through days and nightsBut now silver leaves are mirrors, bring delightsAnd the colors of your eyes are fiery brightWhile darkness blinds the skies with all its lightCome see where your eyes cannot see
And close your eyes, child and look at what I'll show youLet your mind go reeling out and let the breezes blow youAnd maybe when we meet then suddenly I will know youIf all the things you see ain't quite what they seemThen don't mind me 'cause I ain't nothin' but a dreamAnd you can follow and you can follow; follow
richie haven