Hands in borrowed pockets
Stapled with silver lining
Fold the note into a crane
Dedicate it to the angels
Call it California dreaming
Call it a penny for your thoughts
A goodbye letter to John Denver
Melancholy rivers slipping past your fingertips
Send my love to Venice Beach
The time i prayed for innocence
The moon was full of careful eyes
The crickets sang for me and Van Gogh
In the tune of yellow paint
My pulse met the twilight and became an orchestra
I played a barn full of bullet holes, and the fog applauded as it wept
A fine frenzy, the waves and the stars that kiss them
The wind was full of promises
You won’t miss the sun, child
You can breathe in Alaska
Rest your bones here
I leave blades of grass on your pillowcase
Tie them like promise rings
The binding of a cautionary tale
Weave my hair into the webs of dreamcatchers
Hold the nightmares left behind
Take a sip of the purple sky
Bathed in silver rhapsody
My skin becomes the quilt of all my reasons
And when my chest rises with the first strokes of dawn
I can hear them call my name
I can hear them call me home