the clean face of morning
with its strong wind speaking
and tidal wave of clouds
flying slowly across the brilliant blue skies
my heart sings a song to me
of freedoms sweet taste
of youth long past remembered vividly
chasing firefly's in the dusk
romancing a girl under the stretch of stars glowing
this day i have lost myself in natures truths
this day i hear the soulsong that gives itself
to any open heart
in the night sky
breathing the first touch of dawn
its incredible beauty a heartbeat away
from loves enduring flame

breath on...breath on for me my love
softly for me
hope on for me
because your more than a dream to me
your more than a flickering face in the distance
your the cradle of loves enduring fire
the  birth of feeling something beautiful

the red wine
slips slowly thru her fingers
its sticky thickness clings to her eye
and it feels like belonging
it feels like bright and warm
feels like desire and freedom
to her weary mouth
as she tastes it
hard metal taste like copper
red wine fills her
and flows

where are you tonight

without loves fire life has no meaning
without the gift of being held gently by loves sweet arms
i live for your tender embrace
i live to cradle you in my arms once again
to breath softly in unison with you body and spirit
my sweet love
my tender dream

i had rode all night
i was weary to my soul
and there was no end in sight
the mountain cold had me by the bones

she was there in her finest dress
she was there like a rough diamond
perilous and strange
with her wicked smile she said that her friend
would be joining us for our festivities
i knew right off that i would regret knowin her
but she has a way about her
that is worse than poisonous
cause she will leave you thanking her
as she murders poor you

in need of some rest i settled in and closed my eyes
thinking she would not make her move till she was sure
foolish child let down my guard
she got the jewels and the loose coins
she would have had it all
but just as she would have sunk the blade
the sunrise exposed her for the monster she is

so i set out when i was able
to southern paradise with a young honey
and saved myself from her cold hand
but i still think of her
and that inhuman cold i saw in her eye
how can somebody can live that way ill never know
for that i thank the good lord
labor in the sun
to make myself a new home
far away from the tomb of her heart
up there in the cold mountains

her lucid moments
while dozen starlings take flight
they sweep up into the free wind from pavement
scattered by careless child at some game
they roll in turbulent air
and gift the new born day with melodies sweet enough
to lull even this madwoman's mind

i cant even find my way out of the
dark puzzle pattern of her eyes
all the arranged pieces like tin soldiers
poised just so in the thunder of war
for romantic effect

the things we never speak of
and the novels our hearts weave
are worlds apart
the sunlight reflected as the day wanes
the thoughts held near and dear
we bring out of their hidden box
like trappings of a secret life
costumes we try on in the secret of night
masks we all wear to hide the truth
from ourselves

far out to sea
deep in wild woods
in the crisp dawn on the high desert
there are still places it can be heard
but it takes a heart to hear
it takes a labor of love

countless miles hand to the tiller
to find that brief moment
on the crest of a twenty foot breaking wave
as a nor'easter wilds the sea
when you glimpse it
in the stillness between heaven and earth

under the bewitching stars
in the anvil of desolation's wasteland
of high desert
on the cusp of the suns imminent rise
you can see it in the broiling fire
as the edge of the world itself burns