My age is my condition,
my love is my intent.
I bathed time with ageless love
or forget what came and went
for a world full of content.
Theres a space in the heavens,
theres a hole in my heart.
Theres a lack of fine dining gone to work on my heart.
Theres a plague for the fullness,
theres an empty retreat,
and the restaurant buffet isn?t all I can eat.
My age is my condition,
My soul is in the trees
Its in the sap that fills the wood
Its in the rings that tell the rain
Its in the smoke that marks the day
Its in the fire in my heart
Its in the embers in the soot
Its in the place I put the ashes
Its in the soil it?s in the grass
Its in the miles of all the herd
Its in the beetles and the birds
Its in the feathers that I found one morning lying on the ground
Its hallelujah and oh
Its where I?ve been and where I go
Its in the people that I meet
Its feeling silent at their feet
Its having the need to something my pride
It opens doors
My age is my condition,
Colors, they don?t swallow me.
Colors, the night time set me free.