Late afternoon
On a cold, crisp Colorado day
The moon comes calling
Wrapped in azure sky
On a cold, crisp Colorado day
The moon comes calling
Wrapped in azure sky
I rise
Bring my didjeridu
To some beautiful place
And serenade the dawn
And so it begins
Whether that passion be God
Or Gaia
An ideal
Or a cause
Beauty
Or love
I may have to step
Through many doorways
To find its source
Sights, sounds, smells
Unlike anywhere else
In a country
Unlike anywhere else
They come to rise up
Then to speed down
To glide on silken slopes
The graceful arc of edges
All I need is
A canoe
A paddle
And a clear, calm mountain lake
With every stroke
I feel my tensions release
My thoughts slide down my arms
Into the paddle