Song

I woke up thinking of a song that I could write

A song to pull the dream up from my night

All day I felt so light

And wild color bled along the road

In the fields and fences as we drove along

I was thinking of my song

And what I'd place inside, if I could bury light

In something I could write

Would it explain to you this white moon

Hanging high above the motel room?

The last gasp of longing that I stretch my hand towards

As though to steal from the moment some souvenir of words

I woke up thinking of a song that I could write