Crossings

If you saw her in her room
Only in a dream
Creatures start to bloom
Crossing through the stream
Staring through the light
Of the sun falling down
Stoking up the quiet
Holding to the ground

Her guitar learning what to sing
And her heart knowing what to bring

Walking up the mountain
Red dirt on her feet
A river is faithful
More than a stream
Soft faded smile
Feeding deer-like sound
Her dark hair is braided
Hands on the ground

To hold onto just one thing
Beneath her lies everything
And the sun stares down on me
And the sun taught us how to breathe



Credits
Writer(s): Jeff Grimes
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