More of the Same

She claims to recall in the August blues/
in the painful sweep of a windswept sky/
a young man stuck in an old man's shoes
and summer rushing by

In the wide expanse behind, there's three years dead and gone
but I can see salvation in the twisting hills of pine...
The car door slams in the rising wind/
In your skin is born the light/
of a thousand prairie suns as I go
down into this night

I recall your innocence/
your blond hair scattered across the grass/
the sweet release of your last defense
and the sorrow slow to pass

She called me beautiful...said everything's all right
but all I ever was was blinded in the antiseptic light
Over the lake, under the sky
with nothing in between...
our bodies and the rain and stars
the elegant machine

...and a young girl stands in her summer shoes
at the water's edge on the edge of night
and a young man loses these old man blues....

(Copyright 2009, Thomas J Burbach)

much peace