Does anyone know the way home? Can anyone recall when it was traveled last? The light is dying – the cold is coming fast. I wish I could remember the way home. Every path seems to wander free Far from where I long to be Spiral inward to that place – A mother’s touch, a… Read More Home
How was I supposed to knowThe time would simply come and go?With so much future in my past,How was I to know? How was I to realizeWhat grows so high must one day dieAnd fall in ashes just like snow?How was I to know? I just want to hold your handLike I did way back… Read More Regret
Time moves backward slowly In a gentle arc With the kindest eyes That only see what you make real And what you feel As you you trace your fingers Along the soft edges Suspended by the finest threads That are gone the very moment You realize they are there
Images merge together Details fade Though I can remember, much has been lost Clouded thoughts in a crowded place
static and silence flickered waves of blue ghosts trapped in kinescope an eerie image coming through strain to hear the voices cheeks and fingers tingle hot and pluck at pedals for my fortune she loves me not she loves me not.
To anyone who has it, this must be deafening.
And all that comes after, after the laughter, when you can’t hold your breath for one more second, and all the world is turning blue, is you. All that’s left is you.
I’ve been a fool – stumbling in search of light where there is no light, listening for a voice I have long since forgotten. I’ve been a dreamer – believing others believe like me, thinking I can find a place to fit in their world. I’ve been a fool – and everywhere there is silence.
and the light kicks up some dust around my heart like in the beginning just before we were
Robert Müller and the Way Home 