Have I lost touch? Have you lost reception?
The frequency is changing. Have we lost connection?
My arms are wide open embracing the seas
Awaiting the tide that will carry a breeze
Through this chest of mine which has grown with the trees
Where I have scribbled in words behind all their leaves
Pollinated vibrations buzz with the bees
Who are making the honey to cure our disease
Warm from the tea but cold from the hollow
Whose prescription is harder and harder to swallow
It's a pulse; it's a wave, between us and a grave
Have I been brave? Am I outside my cave?
If you loose touch and I loose reception,
If the frequency changes and we loose connection,
I'll think to the moments we carried the rays
Past the cream couloured clouds above the blue jays.