The warming moon came not a day too soon

The warming moon cast a pale strawberry glow



Open the shades open the wine and call the outsiders

A sight for sore eyes



The old woman is young again

The ground has softened

The morning is bright

The larks have returned

The devil's gone blind



We will sink into a sea of pink and ultramarine

The water is clean

So easy it seems to begin



The warming moon came not a day too soon

The wolves have moved deep into the wood

The day is good



In the capitol cities and the wide open range

The altar is built on the backs

With a heavy axe

And scholar's stacks

On railroad tracks

By candle wax



Spilled on the back of an envelope

Containing a simple note

Insulating a great unknown