Into this video
wavelength beneath a pale
broken sky we can hide
from the tiny water molecules
descending from great heights
Tropic of Cancer
begging us not to answer
a sweet summer mellow
mood marked by a distant
thunder boom echoed in the woods
Chasing the wind
Ship sailing friends
find glowing willow wisps
whispering softly
on a breeze
full of goose neck goards and ribbons
In vision static
with grand harmonics
of a white noise chorus
played on trombones rusty
frames of our hollowed dreams
And while we wait
for an escape
the cherished song sails on
through the dawn
floating on and on
on the breeze.
Performance from the Musician's Voice
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