Yellow Dancer (Bear)

Just before you hit pay dirt,
you'll know, they will tell you
They told you falling tides
I heard a terror in my ears
We're landing feet first
to heed the sweeping motion
You motion me away
to build the bridge I'm falling from

You fell in a wake
to pay respect to passing days,
to when the ticking clock
would make the music for a song
I sang in a procession
with passion for the song
Sung on a stage in heaven,
broadcasted from the sun

And you're a yellow dancer
just basking in glow
of my outstretched hands and arms
clutching in the dark
Feeling out a knob
to turn you into something
Still confused about direction
of the passing of the flock

MM 1997