We walked upon the mountains in a fog
The town below sat covered in alone
While mountain birds sat tired from their singing
We tried to find a little bit of home
...
Create me a world with words my dear,
with pen and hand.
Where we can read love on river bed so clear,
written in sand.
...
Please smile your eyes to the rhythm
Of your heart and your heart alone
Watch as the night grows darker
And the moon turns into stone
...
Were you to know me, as I have known myself,
to watch the night moon fall heavily alongside
the river, let the current take you anywhere, as
my heart has led me by a tattered string. you
...
the only honesty
i ever saw
was a blind man
giving the finger
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There’s a young little boy in the old town square
Who sits so quietly
And looks at the sun and the dust in the air
And he never smiles for me
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the secrets out with a bird song.
this morning rose like a sunset
and everyone agreed that
something was ending.
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the sounds from outside mix with the
hammer in my head, mix with the rain
on the roof, tap, tap, drip, drop,
so much noise the robin can’t be heard
...
night waits for the last eye of a house
to close, that last light in a room to darken
but no more, I sit up, wait for dawn
wait for the street sweeper to pass Main
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There is the question of life and I
Questioned it again on my way to
The next town, somewhere in between
This place and wherever this road
...