Blue Light On The Floor

(álbum: Black Wooden Ceiling Opening - 2008)

Instead of roaring, rolling around
Going on about the world I know
In which The Universe tears holes into our little lives
And the far moon and the dark night

Are the distances shown
Huge and cold
Wide, harsh
And terrified

Now, where I live
The black night is built up
In layers of arches
Like a mountain of blankets above me in the snow

And I say
"Hello Moon, out the window
You are nothing to me
But some blue light in my house."

"Hello, little man in the house
Glancing out the window and going to bed
This is the mountain above your roof
This is the space above your head
I know you're comfortable in there
Being content with what you have
Saying 'No more hunting. This is it'
And sitting still for good
But you must come reconcile with me
I am the space above your head
The dark, unfolding mystery
Come out, come out and see
What you don't know."