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Do you have the time? Could you write my next line? Did you even wish to be mine? sweet lil boy With the huckleberry shine But you'll never come back to me Always too blind to really see What was lost was not for sale Now I'll keep my heart in jail Drinkin prairie fire wine Making love was not your kind Faking nothing, let me be Green eyes make envy the enemy Pull my hat low 'cross the face Pickin up my heart's melting pace Childrens' laughter's not enough The Wolves' howl is just too rough Drinkin prairie fire wine Dusty road's the final line There's not one I wouldn't cross To feel it less, this aching loss Spilling prairie fire wine deepest grapes, they need a vine And There's only one thing ever free That's what you took away from me.

When the blues, greens, fluffy whites, Begin to fade into the next hopeful dawn... And the owls ruffle feather awake to seek their prey (Break-fast) The horizon fading into a quaint squint O'er the mountains There I'll find you Among those apricot embers Sun stretching into its yawn Moon taking her place in the night sky, The lead There I'll find you Among the starry twinkles Within the first cricket chirps And distant howls There I'll find you Among all things that end... And begin again.

Ocean wave, unencumbered circumference Envelope-circling The most secret parts, creating sea glass Jasmine scented ritual dance, A centuries old routine One breathe follows the other Mine, then yours Yours, then mine Heart opening blossom, Petals falling, the foam explodes across the sand And gently retreats As the drum beat slows And the water flows back-into self Awaiting the moon's next command.