Woman of the World

The woman of the world turns slowly

Days are drawn—seasons start to change

She finds that natural boundary

Her eyes change color—sounds begin to fade

I slowly turn away…

from the woman of the world

The woman of the world holds me

to colder courses farther out to sea

where no one really knows me

and if the anchor’s out boarders love and leave

She’s waiting on the beach…

my woman of the world

No one hears the way she whispers every changing season

Through every falling rain I listen without reason…

without reason…

’till the woman of the world shows me

the secret seed she planted in my heart

Her breath is cool to sway me

Roots shoot down

Her eyes begin to shine

My love runs leaf and vine

through the woman of the world…