racing with the sun
racing with the sun
shadows across the valley
a butterfly sings
Home
deep into ground thump
deep into ground thump
and a foot begins to thump
to be playa bound
through the rolling hills
through the rolling hills
in among the chaparral
the country slips by
just to catch a breath
just to catch a breath
pause before the oncoming
monday morning blues
the taste of guinness
the taste of guinness
sits softly inside my head
saturday ev’nings
gaze into the sky
gaze into the sky
and stare night’s holdings
a state of wonder
visiting with birds
visiting with birds
drifting down just to leave again
espresso delights
with a gentle push
with a gentle push
trees leaning with the wind
a bird flys away
an afternoon breeze
an afternoon breeze
carrying sounds of summer
blossoms in sunlight
fading of the light
fading of the light
that once beacon in the dark
what have we become