Communions - Up North

Up North
There’s A Vibrant Woman Waking On The Sea
Her Will To Power Rustles In The Trees
She’s Every Act Of Resistance In Its Prime

Up North
There’s An Icy Angel Floating On The Breeze
Colored Red Like The Holy Mysteries
A Tiny Crack On A Sliver Of My Mind

Where Life’s Seen From The Bottom Of A Beer Bottle In A Dream
And Down The Rabbit Hole That Runs For Days
We’ll Write The Book That Can’t Be Written If It’s True
Refutable By A Child

Up North It’s Claimed
Only Few Have Stayed
And They Never Made The Long Way Back Home

Up North
The Banquet Where Your Saints Feast Slowly Fades
Once The Blooms Leave Their Pollen On Parade
That Emanates Like Odors From Perfume

At That Age When Everyone Was A Poet And A Sage
Before The Jokers Blew The Scams Of All Our Drives
We Were Athletes In Each Aspect Of Our Lives
And The Big Dipper Was Our Guide

Up North It’s Claimed
Only Few Have Stayed
And They Never Made The Long Way Back Home