Bones in the Sky

                                  Up through the branches

The stars shine above 

On the arroyos 

And mesas you loved 

And as the moon rises

The black mountain mourns 

For the old friend

He'll look on no more 

Jacks-In-The-Pulpit



Bones in the sky 

Long winding rivers

That never ran dry 

And the secrets she gathered

From the wild blowing sands 

Breathed in her heart

And her hands 



I sing to your spirit

Where all my dreams dwell 

The vision, the freedom

The life lived so well 

And I sing in your canyons

And the echoes ring clear 

And I wish somehow

You may still hear