Thoughts on Heathaze

“No cloud, a sleepy calm
Sun baked earth that’s cooled by gentle breeze
And trees with rustling leaves
Only endless days without a care
Nothing must be done”

“Silent as a day can be
Far off sounds of others on their chosen run
As they do all those things they feel give life some meaning
Even if they’re dull”

Miles of dust covered roads and winds of
Whipping sand
Traveling the barren Utah landscape
So surreal almost to the point of dreamlike.
This hot July sun scorches the skin
And the metal beast keeps
Moving down this twisting turning road
That seems never ending.

“Time to stop this dreaming, must rejoin the real world
As revealed by orange lights and a smoky atmosphere”

“The trees and I are shaken by the same winds but whereas
The trees will lose their withered leaves
I just can’t seem to let them loose
And they can’t refresh me those hot winds of the south
Feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place”

Tired from drifting in this landscape
Tomorrow new horizons
Colorado or New Mexico,
Arizona …..the days all blend in,
Destination who knows
Just a general escape on two wheels
And an awe of places I had never been.
Solitary highways
My body aches
600 miles to go before sleep.

“Now the light is fading fast
Chances slip away, a time will come to pass
When there’ll be none
Then addicted to a perfumed poison
Betrayed by its aftertaste
We shall lose the wonder and find nothing in return
Many are the substitutes but they’re powerless an their own”

“Beware the fisherman who’s casting out his line
Into a dried up river bed
But don’t try to tell him ’cause he won’t believe you
Throw some bread to the ducks instead, it’s easier that way
Feel like an alien, a stranger in an alien place”

forests if Gila
And then trees that are now more,
Dark strangled sticks
That had once sheltered this land.
Blackened by fire not so long ago
In the distance there is another
It’s Heathaze covers the sun
Leaving it in an eerie glow
Like a melted sky that can’t get through.
To the canyon of water
Now sitting so low,ships ride on rock
And no one swims here no more.

Quoted lyrics by Tony Banks (Genesis)

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6 thoughts on “Thoughts on Heathaze

  1. Much to the husbands dismay, I wear patchouli and hug trees often….listens to the moody blues too…..ride a motorcycle, he is more zeppelin….a hippie at heart…..and in my dreams, she says as she stirs her cauldron and runs barefoot through the snow.

    Kim Laettner

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  2. Now, if there’s patchouli and a motorbike and Genesis, I’m thinking someone my era. A bit of the hippy in there somewhere. I was a pretend one right enough. Missed the biggy by a few years. 🙂 Lovely work. felt the heat. x

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  3. genesis wrote the quoted part, in between is mine and pic off internet, bing photos…they never tell you who took them but it reminded me of a two week ride out west when there were fires going on….surreal.

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