Lake Song/New Ceremonial Music for Moms

You stand so far away Lake's in the distance Top of bales of hay Breeze dream clouds thick and white Kite, wind against the bow No matter how far we sail Bees, leaves, hives go fly with flies In and out, petals and stems Stitches and hems, us's and thems Collected by friends, and spread amongst the then While others seem to pretend that make believe Is when image left with men is painted with a pen And time's left to Big Ben Hold back your thought Among silence rhythms are taught The end of the line, a trout you have caught Flipping and sticking to bits of hay Slipping in skin, reflecting the day It's only a picture, there's not much to say