She blocks the sun

she blocks the sun with her hand

knows what my mind is thinking

is the ship at halt or just sinking

she blocks the sun with every rain

reminds me of the fools advice

that love is not free
in this paradise

Turning down the path
where are we

Where are we?
It’s simple at best,

sliding into a calm mess

she blocks the sun with her hand

seems to know just where we’re going

realizing with a smile
there is no way of knowing

she blocks the sun with her pain

lies down to rest

the sky can’t stop denying

her soft request

the bridge can’t stop decaying

in this wasteland

of vertical straying

across blue masses

to construct the center

again

falling through the feeling in your hands

footprints in the sand

that make no sense

Turning around dead end
where are we

Where are we? It’s reckless to mess,

confessing to calm distress

She blocks the sun with her hand

knows what my heart is making

shrugs me off

returns me to the race

she blocks the sun with her presence

a shining lamp of goddess

her resistance

streaks mutiny in rough hearts

Turning from the trails

where are we

where are we? It’s wild out west,

burning in calm stress

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