Winds changing flows to a steady beat Sun rays slow and melodic, a fiery taste on the burnt feet Greenery shadowy and gentle Questions on questions on questions Like the ants that walk lock in step, beat by beat A melodic stutter, patient and true
There is a hue, there is freedom On the color that pales on such shades Crimson and infinite midnight, are my gentle travellers To see a chrysalis and turn my eyes from its immanence
Look into the red dirt and feel a million years travel through my bones
Who needs tomorrow more than the dreamer? A victim and his sheep, flock together On whos seas did the sailor sing? Tunes of salt and blue air, who dare, approach