but early

Sleepy lavender mountain, And shade darker than the sky, It’s own special haze Lazy trade buffered woven baskets, The nine o’clock outer track again, Stared so hard it took out the numbness, Even so it was hard to hide, A thousand feathers try to get my name right, But I just keep driving anyway, To the other side of the night, Fire in the evening caught up to everything and took out the missing link and each unfolding had a sense and a connection to meet the blindness, Just the hope A good gift of ceremony It starts to rain and the wind is silent, only the steady, slow, soft, falling current, Realizations too deep to bear, buried memories, Silent wings silent Spanish tango spinning around in the perfect liquid, Fields of salvation on fire touch my ears, One circumstance to unlearn, Looking through little crystal moonbeams, Holding fire and so many ways to burn, To keep the forces of protection feeling fleckless, Thin lines capture subtle scents, I can slow down, Fix it time, Vital life, Get a grip and make it shine, Soda fine. I know anything