Over the long road, where the oceans turn to mountains,
she had pushed herself to the peak of her reflection.
She was writing there, from a place so few could mention.
And the pages read like scripts, in which we all could find accounts in.
No one knows, quite like you, how we grow stronger.
All those feelings that we can't renew any longer.
No one knows why your heart's encased in plaster.
Had I known I might have chipped away much faster.
Waiting for the evening's light to take hold.
Like a canvas drenched in translucent gold.
From the frantic arms of Vincent van Gogh,
to the scratched out pencil marks of poets of old.
released February 14, 2017
Featuring saxophone by Michael Hulett.
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