Moon Blue (OurVinyl Sessions) - OurVinyl

I watched two woodpeckers chase you

Round and round an old pine tree

Dust covered lungs and dry skin

Meet the calling of a moon colored sink

Always awake

Always one foot out the door

The ghosts are out once more

Bright colored prisms are beaming

On the wood floor your grandfather made

What was the year he replaced them?

The squeaky floors

They answer unashamed

Always up late

It’s twenty hours home

But it’s a better drive alone

I lay beneath hauntd ceilings

And I don’t know how but

I’m lacking certainty

What lives with in

Has been burning

Lik the burning of some holy inquiry

Moon blue

Old ways

The woods too wet to burn

I’ll let Summer have its turn

It’s August now