On the Line

May the path that I seek always keep me unclean Walk the line in my bare feet, tied to a tree You left with a breath in the winter you left The pressure from your lips is all that I kept You would’ve loved the lakeside sunrise today The wind gently sweeping the emptiness away I’m listening to nahko and the words that we know The songs that once blessed the cold, mountain snow The aimless journeys through the high rocky roads No curves in your frame for the bends in the road Weighed by the consciousness trapped in your view Lifted by the days shared between me and you I would sacrifice my life for another road to nowhere Heading west on I-70 is the best it could ever be Sobering conversations and transgressions forgiven With pictures never taken and words left unspoken I step on your line as the wind carries me through As I sway side to side, I feel weightless and new I can leave your remains on a Sunday by the Sea For every time I walk the line, I’ll carry you with me