coyote song and air stream trailers
hands held tight to august sky
gray fog dawn rolls in on the last boom of thunder
want circles the silver moon by&by
tall tales and arms wide open
wells of laced sorrow sit in the darkness of your eyes
listening to mary gauthier & a blue jay calling
consequence & redemption pierce surrendered sighs
no need to peel the bark from the maple
no need to choose left or right
no need to kneel at the sacred alter
lovers know always the price
burn of sun and midsummer's hazy promise
seeking shelter from contrast's gamma rays
path lies between the sage gap and the violet thyme of turning
lay down your whiskey softness and turn the page
there is no balm--no fix to story
no dissolve to the break of morning's alice blue
listen with a painted jasper heart stone solid
the point of the tale is to keep wandering through
no need to peel the bark from the maple
no need to choose the stay or the go
no need to kneel at the alter of this moment
love becomes the cost of morning's afterglow
