Busy

By the sun bleached skin around his eyes can you see his soul?

Will it show you the sunsets he witnessed alone?

If he tells you of the path through mountain will you listen?

Welcome sleepless nights while coyoties play in the distance.

Lullaby's like a whisper sent by a stream somewhere in the night.

Mountain mist washing the nights fog from his eye's.

Liquid sunshine obscuring reality's light.