LIKE HONEY, YOU GET CAUGHT IN IT

I don't know what God is
But I know how it feels to touch it
When time shrinks down to a single point
And like honey, you get caught in it

I could hear the flowers speak
The ants and the honeybees breath
The ravens were the laughing gulls
From my childhood on the beach

The smell of fresh lit cigarettes
Hung softly in the air
I sat and watched the flowers grow
As the hours disappeared

High on the mountain, the cargo planes
Flew over Lost Mile Road
The sound, it shook the cabin floor
And air was thick with ghosts

All points came together
On the forking, branching tree
I could see the banner planes
Flying over the ocean in Surf City

The ones I loved, alive and gone
Were there upon the breeze
Every time I took a breath
They drew closer to me

If this meant I had lost my mind
Then I thanked God for this favor
Time was just a passing storm
And I had lost my anchor

I touched the edge of something big
Like the wings of a butterfly
Traveling on the passing breeze
On a single thread of time

The branches began breaking off
From the sky, silver thread was hanging
I'd pinned my wings to fragile things
And cursed the sky for changing

All was even on that day
The tree, it dripped with light
I spoke to the earthworms, I spoke to the gods
To the forces of darkness and light

Grief had brought me to my knees
And for too long, I had stayed there
Worry was my empty plate
Pain became my master

I don't know what God is
But I know how it feels to touch it
When the flowers bloom, and the breeze is warm
And like honey, you get caught in it.