I wanted to write a song in an odd time signature; one that captures the feeling of hope and tension, and resolves to a crashing crescendo. I had the image of sending floating candles out into the ocean, who were fleeing the crazy and clumsy moths of the shoreline to learn from the stars, or flowers that got tired of living on land, the feeling of a mother releasing her child to the unknown, or of striving for love. I wanted to capture the feeling of desperate trust, and conversely the feeling of reckless abandon also. Essentially I wanted to capture the feeling of putting all your eggs in one basket, and floating it out to sea.
(track 7 on the album 'Gossamer') send ships on the blue cleft of the wind; breath of the moon curve the ocean's hips, with swirling hands toy bodies dance, pounding in the sand, drift ocean flower, run from the land, swim, don't sink, but swim you are the love I have within beauty's night-wavebreak spins forms in its crest catching milky light, glass cups in the ocean crash, crumbled to stars in the night, those eyes with their candle- flame stillness illuminate colored walls in a hearth hid from view of the battered moth wings, and the night that calls a chalice breaks again, eyes drink it in; the starry lustre sweet tides overflow the fires grow along the wavebreak we came up with pearls, gasping for air no shores to hold them fell from tired hands sweet ocean flower you understand beauty's night wavebreak spins forms in its crest catching milky light glass cups in the ocean crash, crumbled to stars in the night those eyes with their candle- flame stillness illuminate colored walls in a hearth hid from view of the battered moth wings and the night that calls |