The Path

Autumn blew the ashes far and wide
Lent her moving hand, a patient guide
Shed the shield, carve the path that leads inside
Looking for a moon to stabilize
Am I free to change or calcified?
Cut the thorns, there's no need, see what's seen
No that's not a voice of mine
Foreign spirit wrapped in vines
Need the tongue and limb aligned
There’s better marks to leave behind
Don't sink with the stones or get stuck in the orbit
Take all that you've known, shepherd towards the sunset
Open up the door and let the weather roll through
Ear down to the floor
There’s something - let me show you