Sweet Spots

You’re a sweet spot on the back of my mind at night

Staring at a crooked portrait on the North side

A California fire in the distance of a wandering eye

In the morning when I rise up to a burning light

Living shadow in the night

Through a mirror, I am standing on the riverside

Asking myself if it’s my time do I want to die

Flowers, porcelain in the depths of blue come rushing by

In the morning when I rise up to a burning light

Living shadow in the night

Quiet in thought

The hum of a fan

Can’t keep out the smoke as it kills what it can

Quiet in thought

An ending in strife

Alone in a bed at the end of my life

Living shadow in the night