Stone & Tree

A long way from home, I dug a hole in the Oregon mountains Drowned, down, down, the river fountains Found a hood of cedar and pine Rumble, rumble, rumble of dormant bellies and summer hail I heard a cry, I heard a cry, down our family lines Grandma's smoking lungs are burning me A rare and fragile son Kneeling to the sound of Holly's songs And turning key to a thought we thought we lost Stone and tree Sagebrush fire through an open window Feared we'd lost, we lost control of our bodies' orbits Suck in gentle mood of old oak and novels Broke his wrist, he yelled so loud he couldn't take it I heard a cry, I heard a cry, down our family lines Grandma's smoking lungs are burning me A rare and fragile son Kneeling to the sound of Holly's songs And turning key to a thought we thought we lost And my selfish, infant tongue is begging here For a mountain of your love Cradle me in a time-worn braided cloth And let me sleep in a moment of your thoughts Stone and tree