May

The moon is ten days old
Bright cast from a darker shadow
The river's on an ancient course
My body awaiting the soul's delivery
Every day the same idea bursting out of the sun
Wild and ancient
A soul is convinced it's a soul, not a lion
You should get out and drive that thing

Nothing to do about that
Everything happening to me
Is of the earth
I can give all this back, back to her
She's been sitting there
Her greatest mysteries are not material

Her hands open
Her mouth open
Body open
Her hands open
Her mouth open
Body open

Did I pay her too much attention?
Wanted too badly to know
Every one of her messages
I can feel them, am I one?
Has she come to deliver me?
Sitting under the window on a tumbling mat
Knowing love has given me most of my reasons

Nothing to do about that
Everything happening to me
Is of the earth
I can give all this back to her
She's been sitting there
Her greatest mysteries are not material

Her hands open
Her mouth open
Body open
Her hands open
Her mouth open
Body open

Her hands open
Her mouth
Her hands
Body open

Her hands
Her mouth
Body open
Her hands
Her mouth
Body open