Drivin' in the walkin' rain Let's go, let's go Stream down my windowpane Thru the fields, where does all the water go? Stirring in my sleeping bag There
I'll be your candle on the water 'Till ev'ry wave is warm and bright My soul is there beside you Let this candle guide you Soon you'll see a golden stream
magicians, each with a jam jar Cast spells on the water with hazel twig wands. Country boys catch tadpoles, dive into water Made shy by their laughter, we wandered down stream
coals are hot The crew draw back together like magnets Salmon at sea that head back to fresh water To the head of the stream and the inevitable slaughter
I'll be your candle on the water 'Til every wave is warm and bright My soul is there beside you Let this candle guide you Soon you'll see a golden stream
, the merry go mind Draw the lined in water - divine the innerwold Inside the outside of the merry go mindstop I (...and not the others of I) painted
The door stands open - Across lines, invisible hands are held, golden streamers building in the night. Alone, the possibilities are enormous. Step outside
meadows are torched The holocaust of Atu brings down the pyre of Chokmah Chokmah fills lust into the virgin stream (silent waters) A Heximethian spirit
Down where the water-skiers glide Some turn to Jesus and some turn to heroin Some turn to rambling round Looking for a clean sky and a drinking stream
and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit
and chairs Papers and prayers Matter versus spirit A metal ladder A wooden cross A plastic bottle of water A mandala encased in glass A spirit encased
the oyster bars Beautiful Swimmers just feel the groove Painting liquid brush strokes like renoir I miss my dorsal fin, Ia??m a big fish out of water
. The Past crumbling away. My time has come, I have to pay. The play goes on, I lost Thee. (I am no longer me). Now I wash off grease-paint. Curtain
Perkiomen, somewhat cloudy Indian water slipping down a mountain stream You know what I mean Painted lady touch the water Forest standing, sentry over
streams Across her back Her bare feet step over the split stones Past the water pump and the pail Round and round the paint flaking empty house And past
