Tell it to the judge, man. Tell it to your motherless reflection. In a sock and one shoe after the great defection he said, "tell a lie sometimes, tell
ody of a man the light wraps you the morning is full so that you can hear me I remember you as you were leaning into the afternoons I like for you to
something about these woods something i like moss and an old man's beard dripping rain from a branch in the fading daylight ooh and the way you move
The last few golden leaves Are clinging tightly to their branches Like they don't want to let go Like they don't trust what they don't know. It's not
I keep thinking about your eyes And the shape of your lips I keep tasting your kiss and the touch of your hand is still on my hip It's a wild horse
She said "it's a shame about the weather nothing for the blues when the sky goes gray". He said, "I don't love you anymore". Then he kissed her anyway
Take the sky for example A canvas for a billion suns But our local hero shines them out by day Save for the winking of a Venus or Mars Even the stars
Turning like a leaf in changing weather Feathering down to the earth Like a moonbeam come untethered. Chalk it up to bad timing, bad signing Maps are
You tie your shoes too tight, you know cause it feels better that way. And when you don't, all night you are dreaming you walk, laces streaming down the
We did not ask how things were defined Some pieces were missing but the puzzle looked fine One day we look up from inside a song Something felt more right
I will be the gladdest thing under the sun I will touch a hundred flowers and not pick one I will look at cliffs and clouds with quiet eyes Watch the
sometimes I could see how cutting an ear off might be the most productive and satisfying thing to do because sometimes I feel my insides are heavy
You got to taste sometimes don't you? Of that tender kind of connection That reaches deep and holds you, By the bones it fills you up But do you get enough
I picked this yellow for my curtain Its warm and true and it looks like you I catch sight of a wild bird On a long post on a long fence And I can see
A bird flies out and over the rooftops down past the cars in my line of view. It's a strange beginning, comic and awkward grace. In a picture, on the
Just about the time your heart breaks like a wheel not in a straight line, but all in pieces some you'll leave behind on a road you won't revise No, you
i feel the angels coming but they are taking their time, they all decided to walk here instead of flying on little white feet that our eyes cannot
beautiful fragile summer blossoms in a frost open to the world, brief and lovely a momentary spark leaves in fall fire on the sky blaze our memory
