it would be easy

easy to love you

easy to hold you

but you push me aside

it would be easy

easy to love me

easy to hold me

instead i sit and cry

if you would step out in the sun

and put your hand in mine

tell me all your worries

maybe it would ease your mind

but this is just my fantasy

and your cocoon

it don’t fit me

yes

i believe you

though i wish it weren’t true

that you are too low

to enjoy the view

and though it was too soon

to be touching your wound

from a distance that’s safe

i send love to you

may you feel peace

beneath the singing oak tree

whose moss and chimes

sway and bind inside the breeze

may you feel love

when your lips touch

the saxophone reed

or in your garden

when you tend your mustard greens

‘cause things ain’t always easy

in new orleans

and i won’t sugarcoat that history

there is blood that can’t be scrubbed by wishful thinking

there is pain that can’t be tamed by wishful drinking

but here’s a tissue for your tears

and here’s a blessing for your ears

may your music be medicine

may your seasonings be heaven sent

may your healing be magnificent

my friend