Window Seat

Wisdom is found at her window gazing
Through the willow leaves
One might see her face
Spring has come
And Winter is over
Yet wisdom still sits in her place

Mother Nature watches over
Her sacred forest family
Her starry allies hiding in the shadows
Where they live in harmony

Father Skyway plays his guitar
Nearer clearly to the sea
The fisher man asks for his flower
So that he can soon be free

Sister Singer's breast are fatter
Potted with an orange love
No thesis quoted; she's no pastor
But she's got an answer from above

The priest is a coward and a player
He got herpes from this guy
And every summer it gets no better
 But he has got his alibi...

From the center of his soul I shiver
Up my spine down to my toes
And I am ever riding onward
Where the paths of love have flowed

And as we walk on through our lives
Wisdom still sits in her place
And any of those of us who care to
Could look up and see her face

The glass of life is just reflection
Thoughts of home and family
Our common ground is in our sorrow
Hope and love and fear and peace

Freedom lies beneath our fingers
Where our searching finds no end
Anxiety is just deception
And Death is but a long lost friend

Fly away on wings of passion
Smile inside a bright sunburst
Love is all we'll ever need
To quench our overwhelming thirst

Just remember Wisdom's portrait
Gazing from her window seat
Nothing else is as important
As the wings of someone free