Monday, January 30, 2017

Fire, Stars, Dylan and God

Sat by a fire in the cold of the night
Trying to keep warm in the glow of its light
Smoke from a peace pipe was passed to a friend 
Mixed with tobacco and some harsher blend 
Lost for a moment the flames of the fire..
Leapt t'wards the sky, jumping higher and higher
My caravan door let the music escape 
Dylan or God on an old cassette tape...
Howled in the night with an out of tune tongue 
Preaching to me in the words of the song
Stars up above were now brighter than bright
Designed was the map of mysterious night
Me, i just smiled, in this atmosphere 
Pleased their directions had guided me to here

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