right back where we began nice to see you here again darkness in the heart of summer but for stars without number teases like I shouldn’t wonder seductive currents pull you under right back where we began nice to see you here again listen for the little whispers feel the friction turn to blisters darkness in… Read More Violet
It just occurred to me Early to bed – early to rise No one here can hear me The breach is miles wide If I hold on tight she’ll shake loose On wings she’ll take to flight And look down on the secrets Of a world she’s left behind … It just occurred to me Don’t stare… Read More Rail
we only wanted we wanted to feel but the sun and the moon the wind and the waves and then the trees the trees lost form as the road became endless endless as the stars stars we could no longer see with each morning each morning we are new but the sun and the moon… Read More Elevation
… another day done. it’s easy to look back and be so wise in all the things that might have been if you’d only begun.
… and the moon spinning out of control a world that’s turning upside down and the tide we face tomorrow if we get a chance we’ll get out of this place hop in my car and drive to the rain here we go again we’ll wake up and pretend there’s nothing more to say… Read More Ellipsis
we all have our reasons we turn our backs to time and reality for moments we tremble and we shine we all have a season each with our own kind to find a place in the sun we shiver and we shine autumn has its leaves spring its rain summer its wings winter its chains… Read More One By One
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
Robert Müller and the Way Home 