A Song Called: Ragged Canyons

Photo by: J.R HILTON

RAGGED CANYONS

WRITTEN BY: J.R HILTON 

DECEMBER 2016

I SEE THE MOON 

LOOKING BACK AT ME

BACK-LIGHT FOR A FOREST OF DREAMS

LIGHTS UP A NORTHERN OWL ON THE WING

WOLVES HOWLING ON A HILL 

MAKES ME SHIVER

GIVES ME A CHILL

BIG YELLOW MOON

TRACING ACROSS THE SKY 

SWIMMING THROUGH THE STARS

LAUGHING AS IT PASSES

ON IT'S FIRST TRY

AND I CAN'T SEEM TO LOOK AWAY

MESMERIZED 

DOWN BELOW

AS THE TREES ALL GLOW

UNLOCKING MYSTERIES

SOFTLY AS WE GO

FOLLOWING FOOTSTEPS IN THE SNOW

 WHO KNOWS WHAT EACH NIGHT WILL BRING

MAYBE TOMORROW

THE NORTHERN LIGHTS WILL SING

TREASURE AND RICHES

MAY NOT BE WHAT YOU THINK 

THEY'RE ALL AROUND YOU

AND DEEP WITHIN

CAN YOU FEEL IT RISE

CATCH A SPARK IN YOUR EYES

RAGGED CANYONS

COVERED IN MIST

AS SEETHING WATERS CHURN

HEADING FOR THE SEA

EAGLES DARE HIGH ABOVE

GIVE ME THE MOUNTAINS

AND I'LL SHOW YOU LOVE

PRISTINE, CRYSTAL CLEAR STREAM

MOVING THROUGH THE TREES

MOSTLY UNSEEN

WATERFALLS, TALKING UP A STORM

LISTEN TO WHAT THEY HAVE TO SAY

HURRY DOWN, THEN MOVE STEADILY ON

LESSONS FROM MOTHER EARTH

FROM CRADLE TO GRAVE

NOTHING EVER STAYS THE SAME

IT JUST GETS BETTER OR WORSE

YOU CAN MAKE IT A BLESSING

OR MAKE IT A CURSE

WHEN LEAVES FALL

ONE BY ONE AND ALL

ALL GONE TO GROUND

THERE'S A HUSH, WITHIN THE WOOD

A SILENT SNOW, FILLING THE VOIDS

NEW DAY

NEW LANDSCAPE TO DREAM AWAY

WHAT OF THIS WORLD IN WHITE

GEESE ON THE WING

HEADED FOR THE LIGHT

STANDING HERE

IN A BLANKET OF SILENCE

BUT I'M STILL IN AWE

WHAT I'VE SEEN AND WHAT I SAW