To the Zephyr/Windscape

I want my room kept cold
I will walk barefoot and the wooden floor will kiss my soles
The breeze will bring the ghosts of the forest
Who ice-enter through the window and hush-lounge against the
Walls
And when I have trouble
And when I have trouble
And when I have trouble
And when I have trouble
Trying to decide if I deserve this time, this space
An ancient chime will ring out from a distant place
And it will tell me that I have no choice
But to listen to the Earth, then use my voice
My cold, cold voice

I'm trying to be less afraid of Death
I'm sure it will be cold and dark when he calls again

Maybe the spirits can help

I shiver-ask if they were halcyon-valiant when he came for them
They replied with a zephyr

"THE FINAL CARRIAGE OF YOUR CONSCIOUS SELF
FROM HERE TO THERE WILL BE CHILLING
AND YOU WILL WANT TO ESCAPE IT, BUT YOU CANNOT
ALL YOU CAN DO IS GIVE YOURSELF COMPLETELY TO THE EARTH
WHILE YOU ARE HERE. THE REST IS OUT OF YOUR HANDS"

My pulse is slow
My voice still cold

I give my thanks

(Windscape)

The world is falling apart
Tall trees are a rowdy silent mosh pit
The twisting pain in my heart
And an empty grey feeling make me wish that I could just go home

Walking down the sidewalk
I'm being guided by a phantom
I can't help but think that
If the wind wept a bit stronger now
It could usurp gravity

I am Autumn, I am Autumn, I am
Every trembling leaf on every weeping branch, you are
You are the wind, you are the wind, you are
The force that brings me back to where I should begin

There's a little coffee left in the French press
Do you want a cup?
I was thinking of heading to the store today
Do you want to come?
It'll be packed with tourists but we'll have each other
I hope traffic's not too bad in town
It's so hot, I bet all the docks are full

I am the spring, I am the spring, I am
Every waking root at every flower's feet, you are
You are the wind, you are the wind, you are
The force that brings me back to where I should begin

I know nothing's ever as hard to do as it is
When you're laying in bed and it's 3:00 AM
And the neighbors won't shut off their lights
And the dog across the street is still yelling
And you can only ever think of everything you've done wrong
And everything you know you'll probably fuck up
And your mistakes creep into your head like unwelcome guests at a party
That was never really fun in the first place