Patti Smith , Looking For You (I Was)

Simon & Garfunkel ,Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall

Cat Stevens , Morning Has Broken

Múm - Oh, How The Boat Drifts

oh, how the boat drifts
oh, how the tides shift
i lie my head in
i hear it coming
oh, how the wave breaks on your body

look, how the lights lit
look how it's tone shifts
it's doing my head in
we row, we row, we row towards it
oh, how the wave breaks on your body

seeds and spawn, the phoenix sleeps: diary note

these days seeds are growing in me,
my garden is wild,
and i see from a distance,
i observe, i feel,
i let the mad luxury of life be inside,
mustard, poisonous frogs, deep rooting
grass, flies and bees and the jasmine bushes,
holly and ivy, elder and oaks, all kind
of tangled up weeds.
i don't give them water,
i am in waiting.
sometimes i hear a bird sing,
and i feel a short regret.
this is the awareness of a certain kind
of deadness, a life as a stone near
a river, a cactus in the desert.
there is no rain yet,
the clouds change forms
and the silvery fishes
hover still above the ground of all water.
then the night falls, it happens,
and i have nothing and all to do with it.
i listen, there are drums far away,
and the smoke from burning grass
drifts into my dreams.

on my humming

i don't mind.
i sit silent,
i observe.

now it is me,
i don't want
to be drawn

not by you
nor my the humming
in my heart

nor by the distant
pain in my skin
nor by

the noise
circling like wasps
in my head.

i lost
to want,
my longing

is finding
the end of time
in me.

i could wake up,
my essence
present in me,

in my skin,
my touch,
and my body,

my soul in kisses,
in making love
on the top of a tree,

in my hands
to heal,
my voice to soothe.

and i can be
the swimmer
saving me,

for a time,
as we all must do,
breathing and breathing

and the blood running
and pulsing
with the tides,

the moon
in mirror halls
and ghost towns

of past and thought.
we cross seas,
storms, delusion,

but we can stop.
and we will.
I see.