Big Morning

Descend upon the river for willow talk in unison

What you hear must be delivered

What comes out must be bigger than my imagination

Should we reconsider talking till the day is new

What you say is full of bitter things one thinks but shouldn’t do

We hold our adulation

It’s true

We’re in the wilderness here with you

We’ll walk the dew dry

We walk the dew dry for a new life

Descend on the table spirits flow in unison

What we say can’t leave the room

When we run out there’s work to do

A new preoccupation

Should we reconsider working till the day is new

Should the sun dictate your mood

Recall how it was gray here too

Those days aren’t getting longer

That place is fading away

We walk the dew dry

We walk the dew dry for a new life