Crave adventure, don’t you?
Moved away, didn’t you?
Palo Alto, is that so?
Left in the snow, is that truth?
Are you cold, are you solo,
Are you a no go?
Is what I needed to say,
Are you the one that got away,
Are you the saga we were starting,
And the steady sound of beginning.
Am I hidden, hidden in Christ, with words
You call thrice,
And three days it took for You to raise up!
I thought so..
Left for Palo Alto,
Now I really know.
You were the one on the long list,
The long list of those I met in the West.
It was here, it was wind, it was like you
Were blown away from the end.
Yes, I thought so, how did you know?
This had to be wild or not true,
Because now you got a mountain view,
And lions to catch and chase, and sun that you won’t miss…
I blow you a kiss,
And keep it on that beach,
Where you were in some reach,
And far from the breach.
It was wild, it was the west that you won,
And north is fun and further from the truth.
You need this saga as proof.
Are in the middle of a longer story,
Or are you the one that ends with it here?
There is trembling, there is fear, this is something
Waiting for next time…