Lavender

(The mesa motherland)

Was awake briefly

Desert light made me

Golden dust, sagebrush, and clues

Lavender sky

A dozen dreams spirit telling

Adobe worn and full of wisdom

Dusty roads, New Mexico

Let it go

Let it go

Let your hands high, oh

And light a fire

The mesa motherland

Tobacco in her hand

She helps me understand

That we all weave with human hands

Let it go

Let it go

Let your hands high, oh

And light a fire