Tuesday, March 20, 2012

Desert Rays...

My Visit to Arizona
 Vast sky and beating sun
Everything in the desert has thrones, she said
Silent words road tripping to passing tunes
Planning bad decisions marked in ink
Always looking for a reason
Burning cigarettes down to my fingers
Sipping sweet poison
The smell still lingers from the night before

Release and forgive the crazy
There is no use to sit here alone
Crystal clear green beckons our touch
Wild wind whispers our name
 Fall into the grand
Forming canyons of selves
Deep grooves of old and new
Life is a history, we are a part

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