Sacred sense, turning in and out
Head case, my brain banged up still
Now my heart is off kilter, again, still
News of you and me
Singing a basso profundo intonation
Chorus swelling under the lamplight
In a new dream you lay your sweet head heavily on my shoulder
The snow fell from a gray yellow teeming sky
The world looked like it might be the end of the world
The road home was uncertain
Maybe no one would make it back in one piece

Then the clouds cleared
The sun was hot
The place where we had been opened all the windows
Tore open the walls
Walls that were weren’t
Staircases dissolved
There was water to be seen everywhere
Expansive panoramic visionary breathful airbright
New.