(This is a poem of a song from a notebook from a time I was in Australia, from a time I knew well the word "happiness." I do not remember the title.)

Let me die here
Let me die here
Shadows follow me home...
Alone...
Crumble into the sand
Eating away at this land
And let me die here

Stumble...out...alone
Is any-body...going to watch...me go?
Let these rocky high tides float by
And let me die here

Smell the earth
The earth is clean again
Here the birds, calling
Saying come home
Let me die here

This sand
Is melting in my hands
Slow down
One again with the grownd

Sing out
Sing out sing out sing out
Sing out sing out-

Sing out.


...and with that, I think I'm going to put a bit of explanation into my work now, since I've been recognizing more visitors than usual lately. Ummmm, yeah. At a glance, this song would-poem, yes, poem would seem dreer and...lost I suppose? Actually, though it is ment for a sort of darker, minor note, it's a writing of sanctuary--finally finding a place you know to call home, and feeling so very alive and happy and content in that, that you couldn't imagine yourself anywhere else. For me, this I suppose was based around the sandstone in Australia, that is, the references to sand and tide and what have you. I kind of felt like I stumbled out of nothingness and into such a bright and beautiful place that maybe I truly had never known what life was. Argh, this is getting unintensionally deep, but maybe it has helped the viewer understand...no one has to read this...I feeling sort of...meow?