Spent the day on the road
the night slept next to her
as she winds on
the scent of death lingering
I'm in limbo till the morning

when I'll flick my thumb
at car drivers like a flick knife
hoping for a ride
playing that hitchhiking game again
standing on the same spot
for three hours more
trying to head north

to hit the road to go
and visit ghosts from my past lives
and I don't know how it happened
his body found in the river
underneath street lights

in my minds eye 
I recollect memories
the places, the situation, the people. 
New paths carved in the undergrowth
haunted decrepid trees in the canopy
rough edged colourless
like my memory of you
dressed in black 
a dark shadow hanging over you
my revolving door of philosophical
conversation couldn't save you
the dark candlelit room we frequented

the nine o'clock rat still runs the rafters
but not tonight, the cold black dark
when you can't see past your nose
frightening and suffocating
and I'm busy relocating my memories
but I don't know where I want to go
to live my life best in honor
leaning on rusted spades
hot firepokers and axes in the kitchen
chatting and smoking cigarettes from the ashtray

the magnolia scent in the winter
you never noticed, but the autumn orange
in the sky made you fly high
down into the blue
and just when I think you aren't listening 
staring out in to space 
sitting three layers beneath your skin
you answer questions precisely 
a master of the mind in two places at one time

the memories, each one a drop in the ocean 
they ripple outwards towards infinity
and this will be how you survive
spiritually in our hearts

Cause you're free now you're free
soaring right above me
no more spirals that tangle your brain
you've turned in to just the same
as everything else
a big part of it all
a shining star that will never fall
We all come from one
and to one you have returned
your ray of light burning to eternity
even though it saddens me
your enlightenment only came
when you left on your journey
onwards and upwards 
towards infinity
outwards stretching 
molecules amongst space
like a phoenix from the flame
you will return 
but also remain 
like a candle in our burning hearts
you are the star child
we are the star child


Starchild

Captain Houndstooth