A Thousand Leagues Away

Why can I never find the words to say,
as you hold my dreams and them defend,
I feel you a thousand leagues away?

The thought of you is many-hued ray,
and your warmth floods my own dark blood.
Why can I never find the words to say?

I can find you in the green and grey
of moss and slate; I know my friend,
and I feel you a thousand leagues away.

That's where I left you anyway.
It broke my heart to tear these continents apart.
Why can I never find the words to say

that, though we frolicked in a meadow and were gay,
to build a castle, my left slipped your right hand,
and now I feel you a thousand leagues away?

I made the night time to separate the days,
and, seeing how I do not sleep, you somehow understand
why I can never find the words to say
that I feel you a thousand leagues away.

Soul Bridge

Meet me here on the soul bridge
Meet me here tonight
Leave your body on the physical plane
Let your soul take flight

This is where the souls dance
Chest on soulful chest
My ears can hear what you're telling me
My soul can feel the rest

Way up here at the height of soul
We can watch the flow
The stuff and things of the physical
How they come and go

And when the body needs the body,
How do two be one?
Then hips touch hips on the plane of soul
As they've always done

Meet me here on the soul bridge
Meet me here tonight
Leave your body on the physical plane
Let your soul take flight

Your Love

Your love is like a red, red knife
and a case of mortuary ice.

Your love is like a smoking pistol
known to the procurator fiscal*.

Your love is like a hangman's noose
just above some swinging boots.

Your love is like the ground up glass
concealed within a cooked breakfast.

Your love is more to me than life
and wholly worth the sacrifice.

*A Procurator Fiscal is a public prosecutor in Scotland with the responsibility, i.a., to investigate all sudden and suspicious deaths.