Like an early morning firefly a late night bird
Shadows spin in circles the clock strikes ten Dreaming it goes on in my head... Fear the akward silence the vicious cycle ends Lips rumble inside push it out instead Beneath an umbrella beginning to change Sweet rain beginning to change... Like an early morning firefly a late night bird Beyond my lack in confidence I want to be heard Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there Now, decision made waiting game's done Scream's now a whisper your ear Can hear all it wants to Head rushes to the end light bulb glows dim Should I start from the end or begin again? Taking control of this making me dream Making me dream again... Like an early morning firefly a late night bird Beyond my lack in confidence I want to be heard Sorting out my reverence in a dogwood I perched Like an early morning firefly a late night bird Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there Now, decision made waiting game's done Scream's now a whisper your ear Can hear all it wants to Oh, I'm standing here you're waiting there Now, decision made waiting game's done Scream's now a whisper your ear Can hear all it wants to I could see the mist
Illuminated by the motion porch light Feel it on my skin As it swirled around the yard that night Shiver down my neck Like something watching in the dark Could almost taste the air Dew heavy storm's comin' tonight Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own And it's leaving me without a place to call home But it's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post And it is.... And it's making me see... Unsettled restless pace Neighbors spooked staring through the glass Get me outta this place Eased by the whiskey in my flask Now it's taking hold the canvas tries to reap its own And it's leaving me without a place to call home But it's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post And it is.... It's supposed to Be my guide my light post It's supposed to Be my light at night And it's supposed to Be my guide my light post And it is.... And it's making me see...the light. the year began under patient hand
and it's here that he stands with a watering can. the boy walked down the dusty lane dirt under foot and his arms they strained pales full of water from down the creek that he went to fetch 5 times a week. upon his head he wore a cap a wide brimmed sombrero to be exact. his hands they were rough from the tumble of weeds that were the days he tended steeds. his father was gone most every day to tend the fields and bale the hay. so he was left alone himself as his mother at birth she died on the shelf. they had a good life with their horses and wheat and after long days they'd sit down to eat. the boy and his father so rough on the sides been each other's favorite to spend with their time. lamenting the days when they miss momma so. she brought so much light to the lives she did know. touched everyone's heart to begin from the start and father taught son the gentlemanly part. another year began under patient hand and it's here that he stands with a watering can. I could see the skeletal shadow of the trees tonight
As the moon shone with an awesome air of light so bright. Reflecting off the snow the dark hue shone through Moving, swaying like waltzing crooked fingers urging you to come closer. Drifts of snow shifted under the weight of the wind While the light wanes and fades into black. A pine bough lopped from the main branch Dragged through the snow Leaving green prickly bread crumbs Almost begging for new life as a wreath. Bedtime calls when the moon is at its summit Drawing the covers up to your chin like the water to the shore. Goodnight wolf moon. Meeting Ellis Paul, Vance Gilbert and the amazing group of people on the Cape this summer was a jaw-dropping time full of inspiration and mind clearing thoughtfulness. I was blown away by the talent and community we built while staving off dehydration due to the heat and a lack of air conditioning. I can't wait to do it all again. As the warm breeze blew through doors ajar,
our minds in full hum unfurled, unfolded, unobstructed. Tasteful licks stuck in fits, unstrung from our cases untangled in bits... With ideas buzzing through our minds Words being thrown to paper Drawing upon another chapter in my book a day or two later The freezer felt like a respite from the heat But the minds together as one came to a heady brew I began this adventure alas we all did too To spur on inspiration amid scores of ideas anticipation A free write started the flowing of ink out of our minds the flow, a blink, drawings distorted, submerged of the unsorted sort As it began it ended, the fingers soar and voices hoarse From tasteful licks stuck in fits, unstrung from our cases untangled in bits... |
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