Illumination - Jonathan Wilson

See the one eyed candies with the gory shell

See the newbian women with the queen to hell

See the western light it’s beginning to dim

See questions of birth illude fingers of beckoning

Through the ice and snow I see them come above of the trees

Through the eyes of the child I see the soldiers own relief

Through the poring rain I see the city catch on fire

Through the shallow river bed I see my dreams fly high

Wild Bill told me he has a big check on the way

Don’t show me how to paint the dawn of day