low flung clouds have gone and chopped of the top of the mount,
and here I am,
here I am still climb, climb, climbin’ away,
but the sunset, it looks so beautiful from here,
orange and yellow heaven-held beams etching themselves.
But the sunset.
But the sunset.
Love, do you taste the sea-breeze in the flooding gale of you?
Strikes me as some sea-salt from shores you don’t know,
deep-south winds, rounded up the banks of the Mississippi,
that humid muddy musky scent of a land rippin’ storm.
but the sunset, it’s a blood-red veiw,
and you, and you, and you…
But the sunset.
But the sunset.
flot-sam limbs and rushin’ winds,
bodies that ain’t ever wanted more than puzzle-piece bliss,
‘n that place where your shoulder ‘n neck meet–
–it’s got more postcards on my wall than Yosimite.
but the sunset, this deep felt squeeze,
go on, and on, and on–you ain’t ever done.
But the sunset.
But the sunset.
Lightning in the swell,
thunder gasps and earthquake quiver ‘n moans.
Shudder breath, claw, claw, and take.
But that sunset.
There’s planes to catch, futures to make,
and I’m still climbing mountains without peaks,
but that’s life,
Seek, seek, seek.