state of confusion
Adrift on a vacant sea, windless tides,
nothing but the same old me, locked inside,
deathly calm airless air, neither hot nor cold,
slowly dying without care, too soon I grow old.
Never occurred that rescue was near,
a vision blurred, but finally coming clear.
Time was running out, and I was needed here,
in a sea of drought, this vision did appear.
A hand held mine, voice of compassion,
a direct heart line, replenishing passion.
Guiding this passage, pointing towards home,
Love, the message, from there do not roam.
On the mighty mountaintops, hands rising high,
there lies heavenís backdrop, above the sky.
© 2000 Corinne Bailey