Second Sight - Howling Sycamore

Waves paint and flood my days

Resembling that cyclic motion I can’t run from

Heading towards me

The dreadnaught wheel is taking speed

Its noise is a long nail through my ears

The bedlam that thoughts make when obsession takes over

Breathing suddenly feels like crawling in the mud

I cannot help but stare at the dark veil of time passing by

Retracing my steps of the bitter taste of yarrow

But holding its leaf against the eye will give a second sight

The minds opens to ancient landscapes I recognize

Peeking down from the cliff

I salute golden eagle flying below

May it bring the message I’m waiting for

Silence but not isolation

Silence as a humming presence

Connecting souls as Redwood roots

Lost teachings are what nightmares are made of

I seek for them in the darkest corners of my being

I’ll forge them in fire like blades

I’ll press them on my skin

I’ll write my new name with those marks

To forgive and walk away (To forgive and walk away)