Hope Ain't a Thing of the Past

Youthful imagination has me picking through the bones,
going through the motions
sometimes astonished,
sometimes perplexed by your beauty
a goddess ocean

and I'm back into the church
with the elder Zosimov,
such fine discernment of souls
watch me as i go,
joyful regeneration,
a candle flickering through the motions

With one look into the future
I can break Abraham Lincoln's
depression and see the blissful outcome'
of liberation coming to generations

I saw a monarch fly over my head when
I was getting new messages, from a new friend
hope ain't a thing of the past
it's recklessly here and now
and coming back

and time is my ultimate lover,
bringing things full circle
i often sit forward and wonder
at treasures to come and treasures asunder

this cool blue water
makes me feel as comfortable
as the heat of your conversation
and it's what I know,
is good and sent flowers
and I bow to your physiognomy
you trade it for worship of my dignity

you know it's gotta feel right
pay attention to each other
be good to each other
I've learned by candle light the
depth of the earth she loves me
through every season
life and death again bring it back to
restoration

hawks and monarchs are my friends and they speak
to me inaudibly signs that all is well and all will be
well

youthful imagination has me picking through the bones,
going through the motions
sometimes astonished,
sometimes perplexed by your beauty
a goddess ocean

a dream yet uncovered and 

sandals yet to be removed

under and over the blue

and oh god do i beleive

in the good things coming

hold your breath and count to ten

youthful imagination has me going again

Four strong winds
One from each corner
Pay attention to them
Pay attention to each other

Could it be there is life on the other side
And that this is but a season and time
Moves too slow and too fast
When we want what we like

Insert a metaphor or speak from
The heart, the gods desire a reunification
Pay attention to them
Pay attention to each other
Be good to each other
Time is the flavor
Of many kinds of love
One of which are the good things to come

Put a beat in my step
And a smile in my shoe
And I'll walk with the new
And the clock is still stepping
And smiling and I'm ok with that
Because I'm smiling, too
Pay attention to time
Pay attention to each other