The constellation traveler

You fly away, you slip away You hide in mirrors and evening stars Their reflections show, who you are In colors, and winds, and in the arts You’re magic man You lure delight From dawn ’till dusk Day and night You swim in veins Like stormy tides There’s more to you Than anything here You

Yin Yang

Maybe it’s time, I don’t know, it happens every late morning And once in a while before bed… This feeling of total control over my life It’s like magic, with tricky hands I can see where the ball strikes next And wins. It’s like that in your harried presence It’s your commanding glare Looking at