Ryan Macellaro Apothecary
The light by your window is a sign that what you have believed all alone is true
When you wake up so sudden with me on your mind
know this is not a game
I'll tell you right now what I've known all along
now that you're really awake
You paced awhile you danced awhile
the people weighed upon your back
You searched awhile through attic tiles
for precious things from older days
and Lo! behold what thing you found
lodged in a chest behind the door
a map which brags a netherworld
a bottle filled with glowing sand
Wait for me I am coming
Move your feet to the door
I've passed the streets to the mooring
You'll need your fear no more.
Believe you did the lucent glass
the world beyond is at our heels
I'll rent a boat you read the map
the Northwest Passage not too far to go
The farthest gate, and now you know
the place exists because my dear
A bottle cannot glow like that
without a power greater than this world
Wait for me I am coming
Move your feet to the door
We'll sail the seas to the morning
to the place we'll weep no more
For we're replacing the feeling that we all belong
with small talk and bed sheets and lullaby songs
we all are hearing the same voice in our heads
but we throw out our needles and just keep our threads
for we can't define what is true
we can't decide what is real.
