Hazy Acres

When we stand here

Looking

Watching it go by

Quickly 

Like a station with open channels 

Rushing 

And we sit as a part of it 

One river to another 

One love to another 

Kissing under the moonlight

Cars racing by

Or its quiet 

In a story 

Characters are always in their own 

And the birds 

Or bats 

That present themselves 

Simple tokens 

Pure ghosts to remind 

Or to forget 

As it wonders down the line 

Existing forever 

Pebbles in our arch 

Steep climbs 

Roaring down the back edges 

Present in the change 

Hello to the change 

Good or willing 

Sour as he said 

Not for me 

Just a tale in a tell

I remember 

Wear it like a gold chain 

Rock the fever

Rock the who we are 

And the story continues as it ends

You falling 

The path awaits the feet that move on it 

Its in the small things 

And they make the skyscrapers 

The scars on your arms 

In an eye 

Your shadows face 

While the raccoons play 

Under me