…and beholden to forgotten journeys
wreckless attorneys and juked up jangle
band wanderers a cold cold drink

to swallow it’s a cold day that i’ll follow
you in the side out from the front of the hollow
heart haunted house, it never was really there

but i swear and it won’t be fair
the gorgeous drapes and golden hues
will always fall upon you

christened kindling for the book of tears
let it burn, baby let it go
the flames all around us

but if you find that i don’t mind
a backwards facing tribute
call out in joy as you dance over there

Author’s note:  a snapshot of a moment passed.