Drink of Streams

Drink of streams from hidden sources
Blindly ride the star streaked heavens
Breathe in deep and risk your fortunes
Judge the darkness

Seek the ill wind black blown masses
Their eyes ablaze with broadcast static
Jaws are snapping, they got hungry stomachs
Fixing for their latest habits

Dust the sun stroked silver highway
Carve the mountains with your shadow
Your rubber sole and wooden heels
Are melted black and been fire straddled

You travelers heed the village windows
Steer the weary legged lane
Sounding siren sings survival
Stinging some to stir their chains

And wonder what wide containment
Seals their mind, bemires their hands
Circles told hold rumination
Stretched for stars and promised lands

If you're thirsty drink from me
My toes are tapped to endless springs
Like rooted trees and jealousies
For salty seas of which they dream

So test your eye by meteor
Think with thought of mountain core
Walk the edge of and ocean shore
I'm sure there's more than this