Cool and lonely canyon,
With fiery, sunset eyes.
Rivers make companions
And creeks adorn your smile
Your lips, they are the mountains
And you breathe the smoky skies.

Cool and lowly canyon,
Mouth agape so wide.

Your arms reach out to hold
Small slivers of the sun.
A sky that’s ages old,
You see as just begun.
Northern wind sighs so cold,
With breezes being spun

Cool and lowly canyon
Takes in the setting sun

His voice like the sky splitting open,
When a storm is just over head.
His smile is warm and crooked,
Framed by cheeks of rosy red.
Always to be found under the hood
Of a car being restored from old age.
Or a bench made of wood by a grand piano
Reading music from a hymnal's page.

The greatest example of a love for life;
Generous, kind, and forgiving.
Always thinking first of his wife,
As if she is the sole reason he's living.

But oh to hear him sing!
The sweetest tenor voice you've ever heard.
Hymns, carols, all sorts of things.
I would stand next to him and sing "Oh, my Lord"

He gave me a gift that is the best gift to give
The gift of a love for music
and the voice I use to sing it

I shortly fall away from the taste of a stranger's lips
So sweet and unfamiliar,
but not enough to captivate me

But you,
Oh you, my love...
To kiss you is to have breathed.
You are the Sun to me,
And I am your Earth
Ceaselessly born back
To feel your warm touch once more.

Without you
I have no purpose
I am nothing.
Only a lone body,
Floating through cold lonely space.

You are the Sun to me

how fitting that it should snow
on a day like today
blankets of white and fog on the mountains

how fitting that you did go
on a day just like today
a sudden departure, like a shot from a cannon