you know that feeling
you know that feeling
from things that touched the playa
remember that time
you know that feeling
from things that touched the playa
remember that time
pink among the blue
splashing along the sunrise
following a breeze
some good company
drifting in the wee hours
with a shrouded moon
once again the toil
this day as the one before
our erstwhile glory
staring at darkness
just past the edge of fatigue
awake at midnight
escape from the world
and hide in the crescent moon
places no one looks
the scent of the earth
falling away from my hands
staring at the sun
a scent drifts on by
the touch of a sweet fragrance
wind caressed roses
pause in the sunlight
and gaze upon a flower
love is what you do
gaze into darkness
in a corner of my soul
watching the watcher