I Am A Fight…
(Spokane 4/7/1971)
I am a fight,
A struggle to express myself.
My pen fails and I tear up the paper.
My guitar fails and I put it down frustrated.
Yet my mind sings clear,
Laughs out thoughts of many colours.
My mind rises and falls,
Moves smoothly into subtle nooks of consciousness
Of life and living, pressure and release.
How can I share this person with you
when my pen fails,
my guitar fails,
and my tongue fails?
Only come closer with your fingers wrapped in mine.
Sit quietly so we share the same soft silence,
Stay with me 'til the mood
Seeps through and back and you can
Understand.