Saturday 16 July 2016

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