All Day

All day,

We are the only ones alive

Or so it seems, under the blue sky ...

in the fields of green

The sun, having risen just for us,

tingles and whispers on our skin

And these lines, between our bodies shining,

gossamer on the wind

It's good to love when we should not love

Trying not to let things come undone

We leave our secrets like white butterflies,

dancing, dancing, dancing above

And if time and age,

Were not such heavy things

If we did not wear them like wedding rings

We would find,

where the shore knows the tide

Where the creek runs through irrigation lines

And in, our lives passing we learn

Of all that's good and all that hurts

Spinning round, the orbit of another earth

With our hands buried in the dirt

And at night, through crazy dreams we lurch

Iangled in our sheets and in our animal thirst