Songwriter Ian Flanigan
i hear
the whistling
of the wind
traveling from the desert
toward the smokies
under Saugerties stars
the glitter of city lights
under a Montana moon
across the prairie
in and out of caves
rushing down the river
catching drops
soft in the summer
a mist over water
a deer drinking
before its dead
fireflies in the night
sparks that flew up
from the fire
and went out
like a butterfly
the dropping of petals
in the sway of trees
a bitter frost
all the ladybugs
trapped in cement cells
the cry of a coyote
the crawl of night
Sleeping Beauty waking up
the fair’s in town
on a Ferris Wheel
going round
the wheat becoming bread
the crunch of snow
cobwebs revealing diamonds
that drop in the blade
disappear in bulbs
appear
in a yellow light
and go back to sleep
making its way
to the sea
washed up on shore
that’s what your voice
sounds like
to me
wind on a breeze
TL