[Mynder]

The telephone I did not hear
Just turned and twisted in my sleep
I dreamed a dream that held no fear
but nonetheless I traveled deep

I stood among a dozen friends
out by the sandy shore
we held a man within our hands
I'd never seen before

He lay upon our arms that day
in the ocean's warm embrace
its tiny waves rolled on their way
they lapped against his face

the master put him in a trance
we lowered him under the sea
he gave the wounded leg a glance
and shook his head at me

he is too close to death to heal
his way to life too hard to track
and if I were to try I feel
I'd never make it back

a torrent rose inside of me
of wild determination
that I would not so easily
accept this situation

I closed my eyes and channeled love
the way that I had well been taught
but like a voice from up above
I heard the mystic's gentle thought

conviction and persistence
are boons to anyone
and in harmonious coexistence
we joined to heal the man


new words: ink, naked, clock