Lost Januaries (5/2021)

Hot spring
Pain free
First time in this life
Blood moon
And you
Oh what a perfect night

Cats and a barbecue, the monks then making music.
She’s singin’ how’s it goin’?
I’m hummin’ I don’t know.
Wright purred out her soul before
a walk through rock city.
I remember to talk, I’d walk outside.
It was winter, it was warm.

Maybe it’s all just a memory
or maybe I think real is what’s make-believe.

Lost there
Your stare
Stamped into this life
That look
Scrapbook
Where is the road to that night?