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...