Braille

I have gathered all this distance
from the height called falling down
and from this lowland place I can
reach mountains hidden in my hands
although the falcon has her point of view
she can never know the land the way the blind do
I'm going to take this chance with my eyes closed
and the let the Braille of the wind be the sign to every road
'cause every path comes to that part
where there's the old growth and the new start
that's where the sky has skin like incense
and that makes all the difference
You want to know what I've been weeding
in the lowland garden's lonely years
his eyes full of love that lost
their way and never found me here
although the bittern has her point of view
I've looked into that cage and I've rattled in that rage
I'm going to take this chance with my eyes closed
and the let the Braille of the wind be the sign to every road
'cause every path comes to that pa rt
where there's the old growth and the new start
that's where the sky has skin like incense
and that makes all the difference
You want to know what's so important
about reading maps raised up like hills?
You can memorize each contour line
and still get lost in touch like a true lover will
I saw a hummingbird at five thousand feet
tempted by the trumpet vine and blinded by the heat
I'm going to take this chance with my eyes closed
and let the Braille of the wind be the sign to every road
'cause every path comes to that part
where there's the old growth and the new start
that's where the sky has skin like incense
and that makes all the difference