On The Road (For the Band, Of Course)

Everything seems a little dewier
since you strolled into town
Everything just got a litle more
for the taking
And I will give all Ive got
And then some

Transfigure Into The Most Glorious of Vessels

Ghostly footprints on creaking woodboards
intermittent and leading
They'll take you to your past
and hold you to your present
great seer Wovoca
Invoke

Out in a golden meadow
sunlit orange glow
Summer harsh breeze
Hawk lost in the
burning sun
retinas produce spots
as you follow it's flight
across the heavans

Lakeside verdant pool
vines drip in the cool waters
lazy alongside the lapping tide
down below fish dream of the moon
feeling the pressure of the depths
their scales transmit signals
dart off into the murky depths

Rebirth
what will it be?
aquatic surfer
winged icarus
or ghost