Too many moons

Too many moons

I’m sunburned now

Some journeys suck you out somehow

I have been blessed

Life has been kind

And fucked me up

Shaking my mind

I won’t rely on silver spurs

Some wine can make the summer worse

Some mountains are too high to climb

If there are depths on every side

Some pain seems just too hard to take

Some Cuban nights that make you ache
I’ve been to journeys so much longer

There have been times when I felt stronger
Some dances make you slip, trembling
Some rhythm close to understanding
And words they cannot ease the craving
If only there was sort of saving