roberta's gone (she's alone with me)
Roberta’s blasting off for mind space.
Tumbling into a sea of liquid grace.
Train is leaving on those well-used tracks.
You could almost start grieving cause you know it’s coming back.
But now’s not the time to be thinking of that.
Not the time to be thinking of any so-called fact.
Drumming inside her head is a woodpecker’s melody
That’s been blended sight unseen into the mystic Saphia’s tea.
Her eyes start to focus; she’s coming back from her other
Home across the sea.
Are you here all alone when you’re here with me?
And when you’re inside your mind
Whose hand is holding yours?
Is it the creator or is it no one or is it the circle of three?
Roberta don’t forget to write your journey on a silken knot.
That can’t be unraveled, can’t be traveled except by
Someone that time forgot.
Roberta looks at me but thinks about her home.
The memory of her mind space is sitting all alone.