Saturday, January 26, 2019

The Impossible Sky

I wrote the music for "The Impossible Sky" in one take... totally improvised.


The Impossible Sky

Suspended from a skyhook, an Old World Lark
is out of reach, can’t conceive, in the dark.
Soaring through the skywaves, vault the arch
clearest welkin cover, vault the sky march.
In God’s home, listen for the silence.
Let the whispers of infinity flow in your ear.
Let the eyes on the back of your head help you to hear
His messages, which will come so clear.

Life is a liquid flowing in time.
Life is a journey down the skyline.
As we slide through the slipstream clouds,
feet turn into knees.
The only way to capture what you need is to seize.
Crawling-- languid-- seeking complacency in flight.
Only in our blindness, brightest sun, do we see night.

A destiny is a spiritual drama in which we seek the why.
And though we are so crippled, we can move toward the sky
- the impossible sky. Darling, we can do it if we try---
Drift free, fly – till we’re all so sky-high.
Fly--- ooh--- It's only the impossible sky.

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