I never knew what this meant to me

With strange interest I watched the curious things

I pushed back to the mystic heat of heats

And found that heathen blood does run in me


And only here well be alone

To waste all that we know

If so, then here we are

I feel


My ghosts, they ride today

And half of me planned on making me stay

My ghosts, they ride today

The other half threw my life away


Once a mountain I traversed in doom

I went slow and simply threw the moon

All the wonder all the fruits Ive known

I thought was beauty, but my senses dulled


But I believe these things are so

Only love is a miracle

It tastes all things beautiful