A little light A little snow I cannot hide I have to know The old hiking shoes The unripened fruit The fly fishing ties I unraveled you Beyond Herrell Hill Beyond Charlotte Pike Beyond the Oort Cloud Without a shred of doubt

You were here then you were gone Crystal black in morning cold Hand too tired to touch the earth Or stars above Moravia Born under a silent moon At your feet the hens and mules Bay and cry, I know they do Here I am, and where are you…

I come up to the surface And take a breath on my return Crystal waters on the surface Light gets swallowed down below And it’s the same way with my feelings About you they stay much the same Twenty years wrapped up in paper Tied it up…

Half my life has settled into Time to try the things we never Make your mind up about it White third eye embroidered on the Waves wash out the water green and Serpentine the river bending And I’ve wasted half the night Counting cards…

In my mind It’s clear as day The bells of Seeger Chapel play Some melody I’ve heard before in praise or to atone The trees give alms come autumn cold With leaves of gold and cardinal I know it’s not the place for me, but may I look around…

These little acts of make believe Come easily like charity I need it when the sun begins to set Would you believe it’s my first time? My first time living this here life On planet earth, or what you wish to call it? I even made a few friends…