On the backroads of a simple man’s mind
Riding slow and easy
Memories ebb, flow and slowly unwind
A face etched in sadness,
Winds of adversity and strife
Time long passed
Drifting on a sea of solitary life
He is, after all, a drifter.
Not yet fully understood
No substance and rarely any shame
A drifter just the same.
A reckless smile in the distant moonlight
An owl flying silently through the night
Magnificent machines in pieces on the ground
Elusive freedom not yet found
A renegade riding the wind
Brushing the limbs of outstretched trees
Reaching out to taste and touch
All that he sees
A renegade riding on the wind
But a renegade, just the same
A healer, born of love and peace and resurrection
Memories staring at the sky in silent reflection
Eyes as deep as infinity itself
Magical potions all in a line
On a rustic cabin shelf
A healing gaze
A healing touch
A cosmic compass
Pointing the way out of the maze
A healer shunning any hint of praise
But a healer, just the same.
Drifter, renegade and healer
On a long and lonesome highway
Horizons stretching past the heavens
Entities on an endless bay
One simple man on an endless journey
But somewhere deep within
The soul and heart of three
Living and dying just north
Of the mystical seven tree
Too many miles
Too few smiles
Emotions ragged and torn
Happiness and love reborn
Always moving
Always reaching
A man simple, yet wise
A slow and easy smile
Climbing high on a new morning sunrise
Destiny finally found
In a majestic burst of . . . .
Touch and taste and sound
