hi

july july hot july July 

it was to do or die

familiar faces, known from the past

she walked on by clothed in clouds

and Masked.

we are tied, we belong

but loosed from the song,

the chime and rhyme

we stumble forward

rescued,

humble and true

without hue

without the you

that blemishes

the core -

the deepest corners of 'before'

last night -

you know the roses, the faded beach smell

yeah you know the highways and fields of gold

but these legs can walk

our hands can row

this heavy piece into tomorrow