Black Lands

I walk black lands
I’m casting stones
I have no friends
but that’s ok, cause I wanna be alone
I walk on broken bones
past the things I’ve done
I see them gently fade
into the dust of the setting sun
cross these broken tracks
down where the berries grow
I wrote one last song
but I never found a way to let you know
only summertime takes it slow
nods her head as I pass
she walks on the singing wind
holds my memories in a coloured glass
catches coloured rain
a thousand faces dance
and then never dance again
only spirit water left
picking up these tired dolls
i long for tired dreams
and no electricity
i long for a quiet stream
trickling beside me