you're the mother
of the hurricane
You set the fire
To the night
You're the storm
That flies
between us
The fight that
caused the ice
You're the blade
That brought
The answers
From the war
Of ancient times
You're the love
The wolf
Now prays to
All alone
Above the pines

I'd like to write
A song for you
Oh one that really says

That even though
The way to go
Is truly straight ahead

But if you want
We could take a jaunt
A detour instead

I'd really like to write
A song for you


I'd like to sing
A song for you
With love I'd like to send

How every day
And in every way
You shine from deep within

And in this tale
If my heart's the sail
you're certainly the wind

Oh I'd really like to
Sing a song for you


So maybe there's nowhere left to go
And maybe there's nothing much to say
Maybe were just nothing but the fools gold we once paid

But I'd rather be nowhere else today


I'd like to be
The song for you
I'd like to be your light

Come rain or shine
On your peace of mind
The garden in your life

A subtle way
To those better days
Your wishing star at night

Oh I'd really like
To be the song for you

If you want to see something beautiful, drive through Sonoma County.

Find your favorite song.
Press play.
Turn it up.
Drive.

Drive up into the riches of the rolling hills. Take note of the light that casts its shadow onto the mountain as the world begins to darken.

Observe as each ray transitions from hints of lemon to a red dawn, staining your cheeks with the color of peaches.

Study every vine you see, rooted into the soil, having withstood the many blood moons of that fateful October.

Search deeply into the horizon where our sky hugs the mustard seed fields. The sun has found its way home within the crevices of the countryside, as have the birds, nestled in the necks of the blue oak trees.

Maybe a piece of you will find home too, planted into the ground that will one day give shade to another, twisting into branches that tangle together and apart, again and again.

You need some gas in the tank
in order to get to the gas station...
Sometimes you have to burn fuel to get more fuel... Just don't burn through it all
before refilling, and don't refill
without using some... You dont want to
burn out empty or blow up and explode...
Dont worry about speed, as its limits vary,
but finding balance over the
bumpy roads of life - the ups and downs -
thats where the best moments are made.
The bumps, holes, and uneven streets
are part of the route to your destination, racetrack, and life journey...
So if all you have
is a little bit of gas, just above the "E,"
its all you need to get from Point A to Point B.
(even flat tires are temporary)
(you dont need a license to live)
(yes, I dragged this)
(catch my drift?)
(just drive)

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