no energy for thought i flew like a raven alive in your eyes

his hands are covered with cobwebs dripping from oil drenched copper

sometimes words pass like rain clouds in the sky eclipsing both sun and moon

a walk in the woods reveals old train lines place my ear to the tracks and listen

morning came to life in a blanket of sunshine sprinklers on suburbia

she dreams of you tonight gentle, warm among black shadows of fallen oak

where was the sun hiding today flags line streets empty no birthday america

eyes close softness money passes the plate for bread we lie in the grass dreaming sleep

old man shuffles as though drunk a wave of his hand the band begins to play

she sleeps so silent and still the night dwells deep in my heart dogs bark at the open door