a soft wind brushes limbs in surrounding woods
and fluffs like a blanket arid fields of grass
high in the hills by the edge of an old dirt road
from the silhouettes of oaks madrones and pines
the call of an owl thins out into the dark
and fluffs like a blanket arid fields of grass
a crescent valley climbs to canyon peaks
an unseen coyote sings the rising moon
the call of an owl thins out into the dark
random rustles whisper subtle tones
echoed through the corridors of mind
an unseen coyote sings the rising moon
moved by supplication's gentle sound
god sheds a feather from the wings of night
echoed through the corridors of mind
a lone heart gazes long on specks of light
a soft wind brushes limbs in surrounding woods
god sheds a feather from the wings of night
high in the hills by the edge of an old dirt road
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