FOOTPRINTS IN THE MUD

it's a mad process a mess

the picture, the window shade

unrolling in my mind down

was taken up at nightfall

oh, it's alright now

this way the end moonlight is

burning bright and breathless

in so many secret ways

at times i was in the dark lost

and i am to see through

on the wave by bringing me gently down

something to get us through what laid under

be wise or else dig a hole soft

is hidden without winds in the mud  

if not so oh well content

with my own heartbeat spent

lonesome in my own footsteps

in my own footprints in the mud

seen everywhere anyplace

i go uncertain through after all

roaming around on empty all day long

this is where i come to get 

left-minded instead to imagine i think

by the water to vent

ode to brances broken

of how and why again

and the sky is open i'm so glad about

within without being

mad about i felt hopeless uncertain

oh, let's dance so lightly 

the wind is singing

oh what a heart you got

you are so kind to me

i have nothing else to do

laying on the grass

sufficently breathless

as-like when by a tender hand

lifting to the wind rises 

to say a wish and to say a prayer

in the night letting pass

for the fresh air weeping shines

more at this i ask might the entire

part of the climbing be

as-like when by a tender hand

a painting becomes

a white bird breathing again

underlines a passage

of this manner bends so pleasent

alive and still breathes out

there in the open air into space

i have seen behind the leaf

to find the sky is open onto the dark

scattering light, scattering dust 

at the dawn burning

explodes colors watching one

and the other shape seems 

flying in the breeze

and i am winding up clearer further down

onto the end again

onto the mend again

from the field to push through 

to pieces looking up at the stars

beyond to quietly circulate

catching the wind above the trees

scattering light, scattering dust

to start to finish on this problem 

come what way is hidden

shining on high above 

a silver lining, a separate realm

another world away 

from the head being up

down the road apiece

just down the river

paradox, paradise

as happens, as always

circles and lines as is

telling me i am on and totally off

always dreaming of a way

a look seeming high what is inside

on my own path i choose

as feathers light and bright 

as a deep breath of air beneath

as a little word to arrange

as the other hand remembers

that is how it felt like a downfall

in the pouring rain

flowing for the meantime 

i am really well

my heart rises up i think

by the water to vent

at the morning's super glow

within or without

wandering i go what i seems

onto my own island

to start to finish

scattering light, scattering dust

paradox, paradise

sparkling leaves

the dawn explodes 

wildly enthusiastic 

in colors, in pieces

everyside, turning, colliding

paradox, paradise

and here has betaken me 

one mark, one spark

one trace, one place

everyside, turning, colliding

making me dizzy

i am still standing

there is certainly a little bit

what else complete

to make any sense out of it

this dim gloomy knows

ever shall a fading glow

a gleam of light is

hidden, shining, coming from above

scattering light, scattering dust

come down from on high

i saw in shadows what

i thought, i thought, i thought i had

moving fast response

how strange it was