Beautility

Let me be the angel
Let me bear the wing
Take me in and let me sin
Make tea while I unravel
A gypsy on the travel
Trying to find a beat and a rhyme
And shine a light within

Let me drive the nails
Let me drain the man
Wipe me clean then let me bleed
Pay penance for all these deeds
That satisfy all my needs
Then bring out the golden fatted calf
It’s time for me to feed

Let me be the author
Let me twist the plot
Write me up and spin me some
We’ll dervish through this bright night
Spilling sins like a hell-sprite
Singing hymns of grace and redemption
A gypsy on the run

Let me walk on water
Let me scam the swim
Fill my sails with aims and airs
Steady as she goes, matey
We, resurrected lately
Shall gypsy till our redeemer comes
An angel, false or fair

October 2010 Derek Wilson

~ by Derek Wilson on October 6, 2010.