Songs of the Living

The deer don't lie
I have watched them in the morning light
Dappled neath the beech and ash and maple
Crossing over a river a swollen
With the remnants of a long last winter night

They lift their heads up
To a cloudless sky
To say a storm is coming in
Though it's still miles and miles and miles
From here
You've got to trust your intuition
Just to stay alive

I see blue on the horizon
I fear not my undoing
On the horizon
I fear not my undoing

When the woods get quiet
It is not silent
Subtle is the choir of the mystic
The songs of the living
And dying

I did not make my way out
To this mountain howling
Begging for a sign
For I knew I would not find it
With the eyes of a skeptic
No, not with the eyes of a skeptic

I see blue on the horizon
I fear not my undoing
On the horizon
I fear not my undoing
Blue on the horizon
I fear not my undoing
On the horizon
I fear not my undoing
On the horizon
I fear not my undoing