The Shape Truth Takes - Witch Mountain

I don’t hear you speak anymore

You’re fading away

Today I was a weightless gust of easy southern air

I don’t feel your heat anymore

You never could stay

I dropped the awkward chains of earthly promises

I drifted and my emptiness was blissfully aware

that all that mattered of myself was there

I thought that I knew who you were

But how could I know

Today I was a lonely rusted wreck beside the road

You’re always searching for

Things you carry with you

and every life that passed by mired me deeper

I waited for the rain to pour and wash me clean and cold

or for the loving earth to take me whole

Each day I wait for some new shape to take me till I know

what is the shape that truth will take, what will it show

Waiting I graze the sky

grasping all I pass by

Fall, lose all, all falls away

When you started dreaming

I thought it would be fleeting

Was it a naive thing

Thinking we would always be

You’ve lost your face now

You take up no space now

You’ve turned around, shut down

Without a goodbye, without making a sound

I come and go and never know when I will find my way

But I will trust in life and lust to lead me day by day

Each day I wait for some new shape to take me till I am

The honesty I long to be;

where I began