Fell – The Writings of Tom Grasso

At my feet there fell a dream,
As a golden leaf fell in a stream,
A tear fell to touch you there,
The flow, the flesh, the cleanest air.

An angel fell in love that’s true,
And I fell, there, right next to you.
With a rustling through some willow trees,
Came a wind that helped me fall with ease.

And though my sultry summer sun,
Shown down on you, the only one,
A man so used to falling down,
Had found a home beneath the ground.

And there within that cold, damp grave,
He, once thought freed, was still a slave,
Rebound, refound, in a poet’s touch,
Reborn in what he loved so much.

And so I clawed for all my worth,
Until my heart broke through the earth,
A gasp, a breath, and I was free,
I found you waiting there for me.

Tomorrow is but a dream of mine,
Today, I think, will do just fine,
I’ll laugh, I’ll cry, I’ll laugh some more,
Give little thought to what’s in store.

At least that’s the story I tell now,
That tomorrow will still be there somehow,
In truth I don’t know how or when,
I’ll find myself in that grave again.

This life, it calls me wide awake,
And in that life, each step I take,
Brings me to my song of Om,
And next to her, my home-sweet-home.

For on that day in which I fell,
Ended all I thought I knew so well,
And now I hope to so live through,
To the day I am laying next to you.