The Fayth

A living archive in motion

The frame changes with the day. The center keeps your record intact.

I take the highway in my mind
Beyond those pretty costal towns
And grazing farmland
Lives my home

Sun is bright, shining in December
Air is thick, the clouds a white beaten butter
Lines of the highway tumble and travel
Yellowjackets of summer blended into gravel

And it beckons me back
To snuggle in my favorite chair
Endlessly outside
Watching stars fade away into sunlit day

Close eyes, remember
Caramel covered days
Of nothing but wanting out
Not in.

Traffic is slow and time adjusts
To keep up with the life home sets for itself
Stay here, stay with me, Stay.
Ticking stops and starts
and seems to suggest

Travel in fog and in mist
On dirty, dusty roads
Past heartbreaking ocean cliff
Hunger for time, anytime that was mine

Constellation

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