May the Moon Shine On Yr Face
and the stars rain on you
like snow.... let intuition rule the day
and wonder allwhatabout you don't know...
for tomorrow is still on borrowed
time today, and today's really just the
same anyway... back to the under - toe:
ime calling unto you
cause i dont know what to do
the sand giving way
underfoot
towing me away
to where angels often put
sagebrush candles
drywash weathered vanes
rusted simple somethings that mean
just the same
as the feeling I get
when calling yr name....
under big sky country, the sun is On...it hunts me,
but when birds go back to nest, when seabreeze in from the coast
doth grace yr bodystyle most, blowing with blue coolness
out here in this burnt obscure desert roast,
the wait before weather comes
and goes is all to know
in between the frontal fronts
and loaner lows...
the under - toes
& lunar nose...
pops a pose,
then goes...
Copyright © Mark Riedel | Year Posted 2006
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