Cloud Shadow 92
The rock all a-
round is
downright near
outta sight ~
It's so a-
blaze
with God's
Love Light ~
Lots o' bones
hidin' in them
layers
o' stone ~
I see them so
plainly
I
feel not alone ~
The sky is alive with
an unlimited number of
bedazzling sun faces
hovering around ~
Oh! and look at
all the rattlesnakes
curled up
under the ground ~
Yin n' Yang are now
clothed
in Arabian garb
desert blue n' cloud white ~
On my knobby shoulders
these little gals sit
modestly awaiting
my leap, my flight ~
Over the dam
so
sinister,
so bleak, so dark ~
Jesus is gone but
none-the-less
I hear him say
"get on your mark" ~
I stand erect up-
on the bow
of me olde
rickety tug boat ~
I'm a-tremble to leap
and to fly
beyond
the remote ~
From some place
I can't see
I hear Jesus again
He says, "Get set" ~
I crouch low for
The Leap
ready to fly like a
crow or a jet ~
But there's one last
thing
I must do
I regret ~
So I holler, "Waiiiiiiit!!!
I'm
not
ready yet"...
