Читать книгу an inkstorm summoned under live oak we dreamed - daniel boonelight - Страница 5

i remember so well my head leaned back

on a concrete slab in the middle of the hill country

we were looking at the stars for one last time

'fore shooting our own cosmic easterly line

just trying to find something in that vast expanse

that blessed the amassed romance of dreaming like hopers

i could feel in the shakes of your legs

that between the sparks of the saids

there was something like trepidation gating

the gazing unbridled stallion set of wishes

and i quickly grabbed your hand and squeezed

and i told you that somewhere in my power to believe

that i was sure this world had a way to keep us alright

if people are mixed into a shuffled set of cards

i should somehow hear our muffled voices from afar

sounding truth inside wishes in the bustles and the yards

of life that don't slow down, but rustles feathers

o so very far

and every now and then when i've got quiet on my side

and i find myself underneath a big harvest moon

i can't help but stop to think of you

i still find your stowaway hairs amongst my world

and i hope somehow that i always will

because somewhere in my power to believe

i was sure this world had a way to keep us alright

i think i'm probably just a lone star tonight