Sleep is a reunion with you 

For better and for worse

My dreams are beyond my control

But I didn't want to wake up

Saving Grace - Wherever I am welcome, is where I'll be.

If you find it in Your heart, can I be forgiven?
Guess I owe You some kind of apology
I’ve escaped death so many times, I know I’m only living
By the saving grace that’s over me

By this time I’d-a thought I would be sleeping
In a pine box for all eternity
My faith keeps me alive, but I still be weeping
For the saving grace that’s over me

Well, the death of life, then come the resurrection
Wherever I am welcome is where I’ll be
I put all my confidence in Him, my sole protection
Is the saving grace that’s over me

Well, the devil’s shining light, it can be most blinding
But to search for love, that ain’t no more than vanity
As I look around this world all that I’m finding
Is the saving grace that’s over me

The wicked know no peace and you just can’t fake it
There’s only one road and it leads to Calvary
It gets discouraging at times, but I know I’ll make it
By the saving grace that’s over me

Copyright © 1980 by Special Rider Music

Covenant Woman

Covenant woman got a contract with the Lord
Way up yonder, great will be her reward
Covenant woman, shining like a morning star
I know I can trust you to stay where you are

And I just got to tell you
I do intend
To stay closer than any friend
I just got to thank you
Once again
For making your prayers known
Unto heaven for me
And to you, always, so grateful
I will forever be

I’ve been broken, shattered like an empty cup
I’m just waiting on the Lord to rebuild and fill me up
And I know He will do it ’cause He’s faithful and He’s true
He must have loved me so much to send me someone as fine as you

And I just got to tell you
I do intend
To stay closer than any friend
I just got to thank you
Once again
For making your prayers known
Unto heaven for me
And to you, always, so grateful
I will forever be

Covenant woman, intimate little girl
Who knows those most secret things of me that are hidden from the world
You know we are strangers in a land we’re passing through
I’ll always be right by your side, I’ve got a covenant too

And I just got to tell you
I do intend
To stay closer than any friend
I just got to thank you
Once again
For making your prayers known
Unto heaven for me
And to you, always, so grateful
I will forever be

Copyright © 1980 by Special Rider Music

Wherever there is sea
May you feel free
Wherever there is sun
May you freely run
Wherever there is wine
May you enjoy the time
Wherever there is family
May you feel at home
Wherever there is travel
May you happily roam

You haunt my dreams
You keep coming back
Is it my illness's illusions
Or are you trying to stay in my heart
The fight continues as I sleep
I am pleading you keep leaving
We both keep weeping
Is it just my memory sleeping
Or are we speaking in dreams?

"You never give up, do you.."
"Only when I'm absolutely forced too. But I'm a good loser."
"Well, you've had a lot of practice."

God's Will Be With You

Enjoy the sea
and the wind that carries ye
for its not the wind that
sends me here
its not the interest
nor the weather
or the year

You made it very clear
like looking through glass
You made it very obvious
like tracing my portrait photograph

The thing that puzzles your heart
is the thing that doesn't omit the obvious
But there's a time and a place
and a place in time
for those who are only curious

If joy moves your arms and legs
If spirit pushes your train
If love keeps you open
May you dance in the rain

You made a bridge for me
and stayed on one side
You meant every step you took
while my faith was walking blind

Van Morrison - And the Healing Has Begun

The best things, the real things, the things that matter or affect us the most, cannot be said, or expressed in so many words. Maybe its just the real truth, that cannot be said. That cannot take that risk because its, that, true. Maybe it feels more real if it goes on untold or hidden. Maybe it isn't real at all, if something doesn't compel the heart to shout out about it.
You can't expect a dog to trust an owner that beats it, and still tries to get it to retrieve or come.
As you can't expect to pretend your footprints will be washed away in a desert.

Bait and Switch

Been trying to come up with that phrase that describes something like a tease. Something like a give and take away. Something like a game. Something like dangling a carrot over a rabbit. Something like a show. Something trying to get in and destroy. Something like a trick. Something wishy washy. Something tender on top but stone inside. Something that stirs the pot then overturns it. Something that pushes the right buttons to keep the game in play. Something that takes advantage of the truth but can't believe in it.

This thing I'm trying to describe, I don't know it. Yet I do. But I don't understand the point of it.

The point of the tease is to control. But why? 

The stone that the builder refused, will only become the head cornerstone.

A Bear Outside My Window
By Herberth Quinton

I was not asleep
Tucked tight in my bed
I had the blankets pulled up to my head 
I stared out the windows
To the forest outside
I waited watching
Would he show up or hide?
But just as moon fell asleep in the sky
I saw a great shadow pass my window by
Lurching and leaning and wobbling side to side
Fur and fuzz and hair and hyde
Winter has past and he's emerged from his den
Looking for the river to catch the salmon
He must have got lost and wandered up the hill
To my cottage on the mountain where I laid so still
I wonder if he knows I'm just behind the glass
And if he would remember this spot from the year last
How I helped him out of a trap, I wondered
If he would remember that
So I crawled out of my bed so quiet
And tip toed across the floor
I thought I'd try and surprise my silly old Uncle Joe
But it was to my surprise not at all my uncle though
But a great big scary look-alike hairy bear outside my window!

Too Late for Tears.  Lloyd Price and His Orchestra.
The Lonely One by Lee Hazelwood & Duane Eddy
Sittin in the Balchony by Eddy Cochran
 Have You Seen Her by the Chi-Lites
Midnight Cowboy by Ferrante & Teicher

Easy Street Records, albums on the table at my last breakfast.
Eating: a Born to Run breakfast sandwich and black coffee.
Finally saw that guy who played drums on my last record pass by.
He didn't recognize me. But then again, no one did this time 'round.

Rooftops shaped like cones covered in moss sticking up high in overshadowing sky. An iron bird spinning in the fierce wind. Salt air off the harbor, fresh, fishy, musty, clean and like old wood. Rain, rain, rain. Darkness and rain in May. The sun catches a few breaks. Then whooshhhhh the rivery sound of the forest taken by wind. Limbs bending twitching shaking twirling breaking. Leaves moving the same way but hanging on by strength of Spring. Charcoal, white and smears of blue palette the sky constantly passing and transforming. On the Mountain of the Sequoias, over the Valley of the Deadwoods. 

The description of weather, is like the wind through teeth, like the wind put into voice. To describe the sun shining is to be outside of time. 

When You're Naked

I'm naked,
Leaning over a typewriter
Holding a cup of coffee
Looking for these letters
Spilling
My gut's out
Fattened by wheat and hops
Flabbed immuscularly
Naked not nude
Nothing sexy
Nothing shrewd
Looking for these letters
To drape some words
To wear around me
So they can get a read on me
Some people can't understand you
When you're naked.

I Believe in You - Sinead O' Connor sings Bob Dylan

Lucinda Williams