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Eddie’s blues

I remember us singing sad old blues songs

how I would watch your lips for a cue

You would assure me by the look in your eyes

tell me I was doing well

And you played your guitar just like an angel

followed my voice in harmony

You played your guitar just like an angel

You’ll always be a part of me

Your daddy never did understand you

Said you never learned to be a man

Put your music and you down as worthless

Left you for lost he was a broken man

Night after night you played your heart out

Your fingers gave your soul some release

I know now that you were never meant to get old

I just hope that you found some peace

And you played your guitar just like an angel

followed my voice in harmony

You played your guitar just like an angel

You’ll always play on for me

Cheers to the moon

Here’s to the garden man

raises a sign on country road

hopes some passersby may come

buy vegetables

He digs deep his rich garden dirt

while his dog sniffs up your walking shoes

Here’s to his beaten chair

worn from sun baking

contemplating how long must he wait

for good news

Here’s to hours after midnight

gazing up at silent skies

listening to solace rolling through

still as art on the wall

Here’s to the moon

shining bright like a headlight

take a breath take it in

let down your delicate within

for now everything feels alright

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Moonhorse

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Deer signals begin at dusk with forest edge foot stomp

left right (accented) wait. Observe repeat

Moon hides herself from watchers’ sight

White horse fly dances deking sundogs at play

rides rides all through a moonless starless night

We crouch between stones amid tall fragrant grasses

Witnesses: shadow exchanges of grace and wisdom.

Our bleeding feet tap a steady heartbeat rhythm

marking what it is words cannot convey

This day this day old dawn breaks away

Moonhorse returns this time to stay.