Wilted laurels of The Family Tree
Ferry me down upon The River of Dream
Where all that comes before
Rides The Serpent from The Shore
Shed the time, take it all for true
The Sky is under and The Moment is new
Yet old in some strange way
Go the spoils to The Grave
It’s just a taste, only flesh and doubt
It’s nice to float until the bottom falls out
And all that might have been
Rolls away to start again
So, down the hatch to The Rabbit’s Trail
Breath of dirt, blood of cradling well
The End is always now, but The Coin is ever round
You’ve done it before
You’ve done it before
You’ve done it before
Now you know
And you cannot stop
This brief while in The Time of Three
All the weight that we ever may need
Ropes coiled near The Door
Hard to say what comes with Four
Feel the pull of the surface light
A inch given to the specter of night
Grey toll of rusted chimes
Fly them now, our weary rhymes
Floating on the carpet of lyrics, rhythm and sound. Hunting pedal steel and a wonderful pure voice. Thank you Kiki! And thanks to Gill Landry, for mentioning your name.
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