The Waves Restlessly Lapped Onto The Coast,
As Hungry Seabirds Hollered From The Shore,
My Minnesota Skin Burned Crisp As Toast,
The Frost Offically Gone From My Core

Palm Trees Sleepishly Loomed Over The Sand,
As Tangled Kelp Gets Beaten By The Sea,
My Body Is Not Used To This Warm Land,
Or Reoccuring Sights Of Honey Bees

Flowers In Every Shade Bloom Happily,
As The Sun Reaches The Ground Where They Stand,
Storms Wander The Skies So Unhappily,
Because They're Aware This Is Summer Land

Grab A Board, My Friend, Or Sit In The Sand,
The Beach Is Always Warm In Summer Land

The Nevada hillside
led me down
among the Pinion Pines
past the filled in
silver mine,
the cowboy coffee ***
on the ground.

The wind blew
through the trees
without a sound-
before my eyes,
I saw a sight,
as spider webs
one by one
one after another
spun
glimmering in the afternoon sun,
Spider webs
spiraling past,
Thinner than thin
stronger than strong,
Blowing from where?
Blowing to where?
Spun and spun
through that air.

A mustang came through the trees,
I looked at him
he looked at me -

These mountain hills
held
the echoes of  dreams,
come and gone,
Spider webs blowing through the sun,
riding upon the horses of the silent winds.

I'm drowning in a sky that's meant to be flown

There is nothing more beautiful
than sleeping by your side

I need someone to tell me
everything will be alright