Climbing - David O'Dowda

Leave alone

The lights alone

They break away

Slow, slow

The rooms

Of our engaging

And the signs

Of our receptive port

Bedside horrors

Tepid dreams

I wake away

From west to east

Flying feathers

Make the beast

And I’ll become that flying feast

I’ll climb

I’ll climb

I’ll climb

I’ll climb

Stay with me

Like you with me

And I’ll become

And you’ll become

Acquainted with the mountains

And follow footsteps tastefully

Read my Morse

Take my hand

Give it something special

Give it something right

I’ll climb

I’ll climb

I’ll climb

I’ll climb