Sunday, April 3, 2011

canyon













ode to the broken key
ode to the warm laurel night
love doesn't land for free
open hearts pay the tinker's price
sweet pancake morning of the rolling hills
tumbling into the brightness of the light
smoke & shadow defeat our fears
maybe this time we'll get it right

unlock my song
untie these chains
feed my soul
on candles, weed & rain
pull off your jeans
grab my hand
you & i are the promised land ,,,,

moments & our melt shine on
far into songs long past
red apples taste like your soul
fire flares as demons gig fast
carve out a hole in my heart
carve it up & place it in the sun
for home is plucked by the lark
and this comet-night belongs to one

ode to the broken key
ode to the warm laurel night
love didn't come for free
our hearts paid the minstrel's price
break my will
fill my heart
love me still
and sing with the lark
carry me away
take my hand
you & i are the promised land .......

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