Sleep
Softly in the pink heat
Bleeding from the evening softly
Fleeing from the Blue East to the coast
Let's just lay low
Steep
Somewhere in a half-dream
Buried in the line between the chaparral and pine trees .
All our clarity waits deep laced in the seams
The mountainside will show its jagged face to you
As the shadows travel slow through the golden afternoon
Until I got up close I'd never known
The brushbloom glow
Scattered on the desert floor
Every year the patience of the colors makes me love them more
Like floorboards in our homes
Every glimpse of light I see is just as soon a memory
And though my logic longs for
Absolutes I'm only sure of moments I once knew
And all the things that I'm not proud of but I know I don't regret
They have made the contrast clear
Every year the faces of these people grow more dear to me
They make me see
They make me see
They make me
