Somewhere Down the Mystic

My soul went walking

Up a mountain trail

My good friend was talking before his spirit sailed

He said he thought he knew me

From somewhere far away

A voice of simple beauty called up from distant days

He turned like a flower to the sun

A thousand wars left to be won

Somewhere down the mystic

Another kind angel calls

Another kind of glory another kind of far

I saw the world as a grand design

I saw the moon that saw the Earth

Something there it seemed was dying

Something there was giving birth

I turned like a flower to the sun

Everything is hopeless til it’s won

Somewhere down the mystic

Another kind of angel calls.. another kind of glory

Another kind of far

Blue light blogs fly through my yard

As I stop the iron stool

My friend flies through my broken heart

For one last time around the code