River Inside

 
I was standing in the river
Inside myself
I was standing by the river
Inside myself
The skies were autumn
The river, shallow
The sun was setting
Inside myself
So far from the feathers
So far from the drum
So far from the circle
and no way to get home
And I'm feeling an urgency
Night moving slowly
Moving shadows moving pictures
on a color screen
I see them inside
From an outside dream
Wild wind whisper
Wild roses still asleep
 
words by mark seabrook
music by Shawn Corbiere and No Reservations

Copyright © 2001 Mark Seabrook