Tonight I want to be a spinster
I wanna weave words
Into magic blankets
Cover us both with them
Create a world where only beauty and art exist

Our dream fort

I want to write a song that makes your soul dance
I want to be a part of the unfolding
A beacon for the lost
A curator of knowledge and truth

The wise old woman
Who sits in the town square
And points you in the right direction
Or offers you a shoulder to cry on
Or ears to listen

This brief life is a strange little ride
Consciousness poured into funny-looking vessels
Hoping that our mutation adds something to the mix
Forgetting we are One in many

So I’m gonna write tonight
I’m tired of reading
Inspire myself
Spread my wings and fly