Song For Boots

Handful of tansy

Just got home

Light the candles

Once more

I got flowers drying on everything

And what’s more

The season’s changed

Leaves fall down

Another new year coming around

With the moon so full

Just as an echo

Of my body

One way you can find me

White boots lead the way before me

White boots follow me

On a shoulder ride to work

Through the bustlin’ city streets

I got a future you said

Come and walk with me

Let’s stop here, make a prayer or two

Down at the observatory

Drop right down some rabbit hole

So I can get some sleep

Something forward this way calls

And I guess I'll march right on

The air is getting cold

Good for my brain

Good for my soul

All the flowers open to the turn of autumn air

They are portals so that I can find you there

In the sunlight

Of the golden leaved cathedral

Of oak and maple

One day made whole