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I came out from under her warm sheets
Into the brisk late October
If only for one last hope
I wanted my time with you to be over
I'm staring up into the sky
While all the rain is pouring down
I'm reaching out for your help
But evil beings hold me backwards
All shapes and shadows move in and out
And hover around my head
Voices arrive and disappear
I want to talk to them
Darkness disintegrates, I'm rising
I'm rising toward a light
A light leading over hills and meadows
I've risen up from the dead
With the burning leaves of autumn
If only for one last chance
That all of whom have been defeated
To put on my father's wool coat
To smell my mother's fragrances and perfumes
To find my young brothers and sisters
To never leave or let them go
Houses adorned so beautifully
The Marin headlands song
Lost verses well up my eyes and ears
The lone mandolin strums
On Tamalpais warm spring
The many places we
Lay down in sleepy hidden shadows
I see you well and clear
Deep in the moonlight, dear
Your radiant august eyes, they are the suns that rise
They are the light that guides, and these lost verses
I came up from under the ocean
Evaporated sea salt water
A mist above the skyline
I haunt the streets of San Francisco
Watch over loved ones and old friends
I see them through their living room windows
Shaken by fear and worries
I want them to know how I love them so
Foghorns would sound in waking
Is it my voice you hear?
Footsteps are moving across the floor
And you know I'm here
The afternoon carries up from the hills
And you are well and near
To fall into the light I follow
I feel you oh so near when morning doves appear
And ghosts of April ring, echo the refrain
Soon finding a place
In these lost verses
They fill the foggy day, they hide the hills away
That steal our time
They are the picturesque night, the casting city lights
On the bay, flowing into the ocean glowing
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Her eyes could have only been born of this ocean
Delph blue, longing and weepy, they want me so much to want you
All wrapped up beside you and winded after you've taken me
My mind's roaming free, dozing, dazing, drifting out of this evening
With a verse so sweetly sung
And to a world we've longed to come
But somehow we are not one
And all her lavender meadows, so fragrant and beautiful
And at your dining room table, the sun falls on my face so warm
And all the turbulent highways I've taken to get here
To you in this home in this moment, for that I am grateful
Though this house feels like an old lost song
That calls for me to play along
Somehow I don't belong
The night lit by moon, the day sun
Oh baby, I'm wondering how come
The light is nearly gone
Her soul could have only been born of a wild oak
So far reaching and swaying and free, but stands stoically alone
When the skies come apart, she leans over so helpless and cowering
Until the storms come to cease and somehow she's the only one standing
And though we've grown so close, my love
And though these nights we've spent so many of
A part of me is numb
Her eyes look up to me, so open and true
Our window's in perfect clear view
That somehow I can't see through
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Woken up, those New York mornings, shivering bones
Thinking how the air welled up, her old brown stone
Close down to kiss her, marks time past flown
So hard to find it in us to leave these dreams, to leave these dreams
Growing up, Ohio mornings, sleeping in late
Ducking out the window, the school I hate
Listening to my mother talking with her neighborhood friends
Underneath the drone guitar of lucky man
Stranded out, those Florida beaches, poor as a joke
Sails fly in Merritt Islands' lazy blue coast
Cool refrains of ocean rain echo off of my head
Celebrated Summer, friends and brothers, the freedom we fell and you're what I remember
Shining down the L.A. highways, glorious sun
Far from you, from my home, and everyone I love
Sinking in the shallow end of her infinite pools
Silver lakes and palisades and Malibu
Woken up those lost young mornings somewhere in Spain
I couldn't say the towns I slept, my lovers' names
Pouring in on Sunday, heaven's church bell rang
I didn't know my purpose 'til I stood and sang for crowds of passing faces
Woken up to this new April's sleepy gray skies
The rain has swept the dust that left, the gutters rise
The fog it spills into the hills, crawling out east
The windows weep beside now, though she sleeps and I, now have I found her
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Walking down the unlit hallway of life, there's hope I know
There's an angel, she follows me, follows me close, she touches my shoulder
Sings words so clear they bring comfort to my ear
She guided me home
Breathe, my love
Wake, my love
Hold me, my love
Looking out into the skyline today, how will we ever stay?
Composed, her smile, her soul rising for miles, soul's rising for miles
Looking out into this morning she left, how will we ever rest?
Staring at the ground, we spread her around, they spread her around
Breathe, my love
Wake, my love
Hold me, my love
Coming in the haunted city at last, my heart beat fast
Down Kearny, down Pine, down Stockton, down Hyde, she followed me home
And I found you there asleep in my chair, I found you there
And I feel you near like you are still here, I feel you near
Breathe, my love
Wake, my love
Hold me, my love
Breathe, my love
Wake, my love
Hold me, my love
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Don't cry, my love, don't cry no more
A crashing sky, a roaring screen
A city drowning, God's black tears
I cannot bear to see
She lay under the midnight moon
Her restless body stirring
Until the magic morning hour
Like poison it succumbs her
Her baby skin, her old black dress
Her hair it twists 'round her necklace
Constricts and chokes like ruthless vines
'Til sleep, she overtakes her
Her room is painted heron blue
Lit by candlelight and chandelier
And from her headboard, perched so high
A million dreams have passed her
Don't cry, my love, don't cry no more
It overwhelms my breaking heart
A minor swell of violins
I cannot bear to hear them
A mother shepherds her young birds
She fills their mouths and warms their souls
'Til they are strong and good to fly
Away from her, alone she'll die
Cradle on quiet old oak limbs
As heaven blue her light fails
A breath of soot into her lungs
A life, a journey's end in one
Don't sing that old sad hymn no more
It resonates inside my soul
It haunts me in my waking dream
I cannot bear to hear it
Don't play those violins no more
Their melancholic overtones
They echo off the floor and walls
I cannot bear to hear them
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Her window looked on North Church Street
An attic space overgrown
A photo book of smiling friends
Road maps, New York, Los Angeles
Her walls are Mediterranean blue
Her baby sister picked the hue
Saltwater taffy, Jersey shore
Blue like the fingernails she wore
Her house is not far from the school
Her mom taught on the Hudson
Her dad's guitar sings open-tuned
Reverberates up through the floor
Our love grew more one summer there
Where we'd spend our days just driving around
Old parking lots and neighborhoods
Are framed and charmed in Moorestown
I followed her across the earth
Through parks in London, coasts of Perth
Newport, Kentucky, New Orleans
We shared a million lives, it seems
I slept with her so many nights
We moved together heavenly
So close the North Pacific slept
You too were once beside me
She moved away to Williamsburg
Her eyes, sad eyes were waving
My thoughts will pause, my throat will swell
When her name is spoken
And looking past the cold long sea
I cannot bear to wonder now
If the cascading soft lights
Are glowing for us in Moorestown
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Blackberries ripe on the branches
Her skin is burning, she bends to pick them
Bake a delicious pie
For our aching stomachs, we delight
Sorrow came in floods this April
With out reason, humble warning
We're now in May, June and July
Don't leave, my love, don't leave my side
Bring heaven moonlight glows
My love does for you
In dreams of Harper Road
I'll always find you stretched out like an orange tabby
And on the porch with ferns surrounding her
And there in breaths she'll take not often
There her heart troubles suddenly soften
Wild oak spare the deadliest drought
Like a mother's will it snuffs out
And any flame comes around it breathes in
And she'll endure the driest season
My blood runs through my only daughter
Her eyes are mine, so wide with wonder
Be my voice, my light, my power
Be with me in my leaving hour
Brighter the moonlight glows
My love does for you
In dreams of Harper Road
I'll always find you
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Her head lay back in blankets, soft white down
Her hair warm autumn colors, floating
Our days were classroom poems, true young love
Some nights we roar like lions, some we coo like doves
I left her long ago one summer, chasing dreams
I hum good sweet explosions, sweet nothings
I broke her heart not knowing she'd return
And graven scars deep in me forever
I hear my sleeping sister
In the early morning hours
I hear her though it's silent
Standing over me now
Tonight the skies
Will open for you
Mountains and big clouds
Divide us in two
She fell into his arms, his sweet, strong kiss
She made her perfect gardens in this
World that turned its back, shook things 'round
In time it took our loving sister down
I met my fallen angel one last time
I promised always through me she would shine
I held her hands, I sunk into her heart
'Til powers unrelenting pulled us apart
I saw my sleeping sister
Rising toward a light
A mist above the skyline
On that never ending night
Tonight bright stars
Are shining for you
Oceans and full moons
Deep midnight blue
I woke up every morning
Not believing her to be gone
Outside the doves and sparrows
Carried on
Building now so sweetly
Settled into spring
Outside the kids in their yards
Laughing and playing
I loved you like no other
Your eyes I can't erase
Your voice it wakes me always
Pouring down from space
Like warm sun rays
You're turning into
Wild sails on cool bays
I'm watching for you
Tonight the skies
Are open for you
Mountains and big clouds
Dividing in two
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They floated downstream with swans in the sun
Surrounded by friends and lovers
We watched on with smiles beaming so bright
The river behind them, the fading daylight
I knew her back from when she was young
Those days poured out faster than rounds from a gun
Scattered like shells and lost to the sea
Like the river, the days move rapidly
I have all these memories, I don't know what for
I have them and I can't help it
Some overflow and spill out like waves
Some I will harbor for all of my days
I burned like oil, you grew like a flower
Rising toward your magical hour
I was not yours and you were not mine
Our true love finds us when it is time
We drove back downtown, wasted and spent
Down highways that I remember
Happy for her and happy for me
The old times and the new to uncover
I laid down my head, in love with the night
With my new love beside me, her radiant light
I faded away along with my thoughts
Like a dream and I trail off mystically
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I walked the old eroded streets
A million miles now have gone behind me
Walked in the room, soaked up its fumes
Surveyed the faces I am lying to
Gave what I had, I gave my heart
Though I was broken and falling apart
Gave for the memory of a friend
Not for myself and not for them
When I was done I met someone
She came in from the storm so bright and welcome
Her friends came and swept her away
Disappeared like coyotes off on dark high plains
I looked across the river so still
Trying to remember
Where it was last night I laid my head to sleep
Where the empty night hung heavily over
I left Bilbao, went to Madrid
To Barcelona, to Pamplona
Where every ghost unto me known
Haunted me
I flew in over the red clay roofs
And floated through the clouds as they swelled and shook
The bronze-tinted land and sea
And houses rolled in hills like yellowing teeth
When we touched down, opened my eyes to the sun
The dizzying air filled my lungs
And just as soon she'd woken me
My eyes blurry, my mind heavy
I left Milan, I went to Rome
And carried her aroma on to Verona
And all the kindness she had shown
Was only a dream
The flurries danced on cold gray tombs
The frozen lots where ignored souls loomed
As last rays of daylight died
I'm blowing into my hands and clearing my eyes
And as the train pulled away from Cologne
The noise dimmed, once so loudly it had grown
And as the engines burned through the night
I stared off at far away lights
I left Berlin and I came home
To sleepy potions of blue oceans
Where my love so selflessly
Awaited me
I long to feel her light so warm
My thoughts racing to the places
Where her room invitingly
Awaited me
As the ocean brings in its high tide
As the darkness sets upon the beach
As we drive we look out at black cows
Glowing store windows in old gold rush towns
Over the bridge, the city sparkles so bright
Our hungry stomachs smell bread rise
Dim light of television, bedding soft down
And hear the perfect night as foghorns sound
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The ancient streets, so crowded and narrow
Winding stairs climb up, up high
The air tonight hangs sour and heavy
I'm dying up here, love, lie with me, lie
The view electrical and sprawling
The city lights move out and on and on
Out there in the halo of the skyline
My guardian angel looks down upon me
Fall tonight, sweet Paris rain
Shower me in her warm kisses
A burning star over long lost highway
My fallen lover died so young
And all the gifts you gave, I have them
And all your love I'm still holding onto
She rides the halo of the skyline
My fallen sister died so young
Our last goodbye, I wanted to be there
To bathe the loss from your fading eyes
Close these sweeping, long, gray curtains
Dizzying, spiraling heights
Soft light pours into the room
Fingers glide over my face, a voice speaks, a figure moves
How could I walk these old dim halls again?
How could I leave this room all alone?
When she comes by every morning
Brings back pink and pale blue orchids
When she comes by every afternoon
Piano music weeps quietly as May melts into June
When she comes by every evening
Lays down beside me softly breathing
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