a full moon rising
a full moon rising
casting shadows of grass and leaves
illumination
Home
the silver is gone
the silver is gone
bleeding off into the night
orange moon rising
to sip on coffee
to sip on coffee
and wash away morning funk
holding still the day
it is not quite lost
it is not quite lost
the edge of invisible
but never quite found
the despair is deep
the despair is deep
settling into my bones
a need for sunshine
patiently they wait
patiently they wait
those letters spread on paper
slumbering bookshelves
day bleeds into night
day bleeds into night
and a breeze rolls through the leaves
taste of smooth whiskey
sun caresses earth
sun caresses earth
and water laps on the shore
toes covered in sand
hello my old friend
hello my old friend
it's rather late to visit
insomnia
a sleep muddled brain
a sleep muddled brain
no decent coffee in sight
friday morning blues