American West - Sun Airway

These tremors grow beneath my toes

The crest of the ripple’s dark red glow

Like embers beneath the quiet moon with a lion’s paw

It keeps my horses captive like a band of outlaws

Even the darkest night needs an ally

Against the morning light

And every word my lips suggest—

That’s between my lips and the american west

Sat in the crooked range with a desert breath—

The steadfast threat of evening hanging over my head

Over some jagged trains that fade from sight

And melt in silver rivers soaked in midnight