Pirates

On the road are branches

You walk on the feel

Oh what a waste it is

To think this is real

It’s performing the show

That you ordered so deal

With it, it’s showtime

On the door you hammered

The crack

Is basking in light

The one you long for will not fail

To ignore you at night

No silhouette is waving at you

All the time there’s hunches

You’re reading the room

The story you write together

It’s writing you too

So that the start, and the middle and the conclusions you drew

All come together

It’s just your fear of giving a pass to the past

As if it didn’t happen

But maybe

It happened at last

Like a flower that’s bloomed

You don’t realize it has

And it appears to you, so beautifully formed

That quiet warning

That lights up

And turns into a storm

No saviour is coming at you

There’s something holy about this longing

And it doesn’t matter

Who you’re praying to

And then the lights come on oh oh

Crimson blue and indigo oh oh

What was lost still shines through

Crimson indigo and blue ooh

For a second they’re

Retreating

It’s alleviating

It stops the ringing

You’re winning

What was yours to begin

You ask yourself and let it tell you

Where has it been

It’s just your fear of giving a pass to the past

You know that sea winds change

But they’re changing so fast

And while the pirates in your head

Are tied to the mast

They’re still singing

And they appear to you

So beautifully strange

The scheme of things is not gone

It’s been rearranged

Some sweetness is coming at you

There’s something holy about this longing

But it’s only sacred when it’s gone too

And hear the pirates you hear them singing

Rip up their flags, it is time for killing

And see the morning the joy it’s bringing