Turpentine and willfulness Robins and terns, with etching sti… We gliding by, whole as much in ou… No it’s not nothing, an epic, for… For surviving with the beauty we h…

The only promises I’ll make Are the ones you’ve already seen i… I swear, on my life. Paradox of poem and silly sky So is life, on faith we dive.

We are the ones Who could not get away Not for nothing But for the state Not for coffee

The issue is, We, those of us who did not come h… Willingly We’re too red And white

Iron doves and death The world can sort It’s sordid mess. I am not alone Who does not have

I’d like to write a story In parts of six or seven I only know the one, Can we write it together? Everything will be just so

I saw a dream that cried Riding the bus, passed the tractor… And construction to the outside of… Not a farm but a field A small ranch with a slight mess i…

I knew you loved me Because of the song you played And the boots you wore. Unrequited they say nowadays I never told you, anything

I remember, always The tree is composed of leaves grass, without singular notation light is from a source That I would never betray you

I hope you get your dreams From where I sit I cannot see. I hope you are in gilded light Near it does not surround my eyes. I hope you have sound peace

The whole world eats Our love, lives and dreams We sit and sigh another eve

All of that was After they knew. I travelled the continent to say be careful I’m sorry

I hope you are warm, well, and fre…

To truth, It shows What love it is that glows, That wagons wheel, Birdsong Cardinal flash, river stone Garden grow