On The Porch

[The Gypsy Queen]

Sitting on the porch that's built
Not quite up to par
A black cigarette in my lips
Shadows on the wall
Watching a winter wind
Blow through trees
That only just pretend
That they are dead.

And in the quiet of the
Creeping night that settles
On the brown lawn
I look up at the stars
And my god
I feel so small

A thousand voices echo
With force in my soul
And my mouth is too weak
To give rise to them all
And gray smoke rises from my lips
To the darkened sky
And I wonder if you're looking
At the stars up so high

I feel a bit better
Knowing we share the same sky
We are a part of this world
And in that way
We're intertwined

Cause though the night is quiet
And the dark is heavy
I know when I rest my head
I'll feel your arm around me
And though I am alone
I feel a bit better
Knowing you're on the phone

And somewhere the moon
Pull the tides low and high
And somewhere the trees
Blossom in wintertime
And somewhere later on
Way on down the line
I won't be alone on the porch
And two wafts of gray smoke
Will drift up towards the sky

And sometime this ache
Will fade from my sides
And sometime I'll find
Relief in your eyes
And sometime I'll be
Everything I dream
And when that day comes
I swear you'll find me.

I'm sitting on this porch
Not built up to par
And I feel so alone
God I feel so small
I hear my god in voices
Echoing in my mind
And somewhere out there

I pray to my god I find
His voice in the rain
His heart in song
I can feel him and you
All around me
And I don't feel so small

Copyright 2009

Notes: Just kind of popped out.