The Spirit

Should the images remember her

And pull threads of my expressions

The songs never touched her scented skins

In regret of strong emotions

She prides herself on desert skies

Finds pleasures in the sunsets of her mind

Drinks the weeping tears of fallen men

The spirit with the breath of fire

Alto saxophone solo: Gregg

I knew before the spirit took her

I saw right through her azure eyes

The warm vibrations that came in floods

Her songs that rained in tearful lines

The sands of her...

The dreams of her...

The darkness of her...

The spirit of her...

Vocal descent: Ceara Crandall-Johnson