Up North

Up North

Up north

There’s a vibrant woman waking on the sea

Her will to power rustles in the trees

She’s every act of resistance in its prime

 

Up north

There’s an icy angel floating on the breeze

Colored red like the holy mysteries

A tiny crack on a sliver of my mind

 

Where life’s seen from the bottom of a beer bottle in a dream
And down the rabbit hole that runs for days

We’ll write the book that can’t be written if it’s true

Refutable by a child

 

Up north it’s claimed

Only few have stayed

And they never made the long way back home

 

Up north

The banquet where your saints feast slowly fades

Once the blooms leave their pollen on parade

That emanates like odors from perfume

 

At that age when everyone was a poet and a sage

Before the jokers blew the scams of all our drives

We were athletes in each aspect of our lives

And the Big Dipper was our guide

 

Up north it’s claimed

Only few have stayed

And they never made the long way back home