Can't be Atlas any longer

I can't hold up the sky tonight

I can't sing the world a lullaby

Or, kiss the emptiness goodnight

I wish like milkweed in the sunlight

The wind would hollow me a place in life

Thinking about me thinking about you

As if I could come

to some kind of simple truth

Let it fall, down

I'd write a song

but would it make sense in the morning?

Cradled in a prayer of the mountains

November bares the bones of all things

The trees are naked on the horizon line

And I lose the myths that I've been hiding in

Winding home by the river

Sweet elusive lover

Between the fire and the Pleiades

Darkness falls

and I curl warm around this dream