I took some steps...got outside the window.
Yesterday I did not know,
but I picked the farthest home I could find.
I tried for years to whisper to you,
but tomorrow had to become today,
and distance, distant memories...all the pain was what remained.
Why did I have to step on this rock?
How many moons and times under the stars did I live?
Today - I took some steps and got outside the window.
I had not seen blue of a day,
the prints of the clouds, each of its kind.
And now, after having stepped out of the gray,
I find no crop to watch,
or time to clock,
all stupefied.
You are gone.
I have walked far away, out of a wide open window.
I no longer whisper,
My voice is now of a LOVE free.
