My land is bare of chattering folk;
  The clouds are low along the ridges,
And sweet's the air with curly smoke
  From all my burning bridges.

I sit in front of you,
quiet, thoughts removed.
I have no answers, no words,
I just stare at your tomb.

Your soul snatched from my hands,
I feel as I'm a fool.
I am only mortal, man,
there was nothing I could do.

When you took your final breath,
was there really nothing left?
Before you took to the other side,
I wish I could have said goodbye.

I feel you in the sunlight,
I hear you in the dead of night.
I smell your cigarettes,
but one thing,
I can never do,
is see you again.

Please come back!
Please come back!

Give him back to us!
Give him back!
I just want to see my friend again!
That is all I ask!

Please come back...
Please come back...

The green veins twist and turn over the raw, moist skin of the aspen leaves.
       Tears of dew roll over
             With the illumination of the sun
                    Bringing rain to the drained dirt

Below.

A new beginning
Unknow to the world
And unknown to myself
To truly be myself
When no one is there to see
Friends away family gone
I'm finally free again

The dust in kicking up, windy night in New Mexico
Watching the moon rise up over cactus & canals
Listening to rocks become pebbles
Filling our stomachs with cold water
Under the blanket you wove for me, the one
we slept in
On that cold October night, when we thought the
sun would never rise
And when it did, it shone with such brillance
Stuck our hands out, between the cracks, just
to catch its radiance
To stop the shaking, it set me on edge
Made me want to run, just to feel myself sweat
But I'd just fall facedown in the snow
Lost in a canyon, full of black rocks,
dead trees
And a silence we forgot existed