Juniper Ridge
You always said, it will be okay
others will be shocked, some surprised
but not you, you’re ready
Then the phone rings, the voice it stings
in places you’ve forgotten
You try to keep your hands steady
try and speak but you’re not ready
The sounds and words blur
reality begins to stir
In those sacred places you remember
the smell of Indian Springs in the darkness of December
Pin Oak, with crisp leaves falling at our feet
79'th and Lex in the sweltering summer heat
Do you, will you
remember?
You said, it will be okay
others will be shocked, some surprised
but not you, you’re ready
The voice seems hollow
throats tight, you try and swallow
As the heat rises,
the past screams
Sudden heat, lack of air
then the chill, and
blank stare
Memories rain down
movement and the memories
the stillness, the memories
all-at-once, rapid slow motion -
a kineograph on fire
the tales, the stories
the late night conversations
the sweat, the glories
the pain, the aches, the smiles
the long and lonely dark desert highway miles
To only peek, once,
into the secret lives of others
is to realize we are all one
You try and tell yourself it will be okay
but you are suddenly small, curled up, twisted
shocked
you weren’t ready,
you’re never ready,
no matter what you do
or, what you say
life is simply prearranged that way
the sun shines into the room
and you move into the shadows
you hide behind the shades
you visit recollections
so real, it seems to be you’re playing
in the past
you toy with fate,
you tempt hope,
night comes so quickly each day
Then one morning you awake
sick in search, looking helplessly
for their face
you forgot what they looked like -
they are a ghost, and
so are you
you’re ready
You step back into the sunlight
and you feel its’ warmth
it works itself deep within
to a place you know can’t be real
but a place you now can feel
all-the-while:
the sun will rise
the sun will set
but, nevernevernever forget
the pain we eventually get
to experience love
it's the secret
it's the great secret
others will be shocked, some surprised
but not you, you’re ready
Then the phone rings, the voice it stings
in places you’ve forgotten
You try to keep your hands steady
try and speak but you’re not ready
The sounds and words blur
reality begins to stir
In those sacred places you remember
the smell of Indian Springs in the darkness of December
Pin Oak, with crisp leaves falling at our feet
79'th and Lex in the sweltering summer heat
Do you, will you
remember?
You said, it will be okay
others will be shocked, some surprised
but not you, you’re ready
The voice seems hollow
throats tight, you try and swallow
As the heat rises,
the past screams
Sudden heat, lack of air
then the chill, and
blank stare
Memories rain down
movement and the memories
the stillness, the memories
all-at-once, rapid slow motion -
a kineograph on fire
the tales, the stories
the late night conversations
the sweat, the glories
the pain, the aches, the smiles
the long and lonely dark desert highway miles
To only peek, once,
into the secret lives of others
is to realize we are all one
You try and tell yourself it will be okay
but you are suddenly small, curled up, twisted
shocked
you weren’t ready,
you’re never ready,
no matter what you do
or, what you say
life is simply prearranged that way
the sun shines into the room
and you move into the shadows
you hide behind the shades
you visit recollections
so real, it seems to be you’re playing
in the past
you toy with fate,
you tempt hope,
night comes so quickly each day
Then one morning you awake
sick in search, looking helplessly
for their face
you forgot what they looked like -
they are a ghost, and
so are you
you’re ready
You step back into the sunlight
and you feel its’ warmth
it works itself deep within
to a place you know can’t be real
but a place you now can feel
all-the-while:
the sun will rise
the sun will set
but, nevernevernever forget
the pain we eventually get
to experience love
it's the secret
it's the great secret
