lets take a drive
to the country
read stories to the wind
find a tree
and take a nap

let go of our egos
close our eyes
throw ghosts like stones
write a book
about every mistake we've ever made
and sell it to a blind man

kiss under the backs of a myth
hold me close to your heart
and somewhere between the bed sheets
lose ourselves

find me in the fabric of sky
in the arch of night
I am the back bone of dusk

lets ferment
in the country
growing bitter
and sweeter
in the long months

harvest my songs
my poems are birds
and I have a mouth full of seeds

run your fingers through me like a river
you are a tall tall tree

I am just a man
looking for his beautiful bed
to one day be buried in

and you are a sliver line
in black clouds

take a ride with me
to a country
and grow our hair between the seasons