Solar Eclipse 08/21/17

The star of the morning
And the dark side of the moon
Had a moment alone
You covered your eyes
So the light of the ever-loving ray
That gave life to us all
Couldn't call you to die
On the long Dylan-didup
You rolled a cigarette
And he thought about grace
In a turbulent head
With apple seeds falling from oak trees of red
I couldn't question the meaning of any of it

There was a criminal silver tint
to the paper frame glasses
Tucked behind your ears
With hands that had reclaimed
The tremble of your form and ability
Stolen in the years
Steady now, fill cups of water for bed
Still spilling your coffee
And burning your bread
But ill keep burning brighter
Then I ever did
And try not to question the meaning of any of it



Credits
Writer(s): Ryan Anderson
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