This was WRITTEN yesterday and PHOTOGRAPHED today

When my eyes survey the tree line
I'll recall a voice
And how I took great care with words

All that was
A picture was
A poem was a poem
Words were trees of brown of gold
You were a place I had come to know

If the dark falls early
Would you come in the night
Would you come with the morning
Come by fire or come by storm

When my days turn to gold
Turn to gold
And pull to the sky
To the sky
I'll recall the time
I was more alive
When I lose myself to words
Did I die in your arms
Or did I die alone?

When the dark fell on me
Did you come in the night
Did you come with the morning
Come by fire or come by storm

-------Exactly how I feel these days-----------
if you want to hear the song, click HERE