poor williams song

             I heard the lonesome sound of poor wills nightime blues

             he captured the ground as it moves in canyon quakes

             true to the depth of pthalo dark canyon echo aches

             like spirits of cool night batons led from star chord charts

             giving expanse a new texture far from understanding

             making the most of a chance for another hidden mate

             within the resting pine needle rich like soft feather beds

             it sounded like mystery growing into woven wool shape

             all wraped around my brain as I slept in still meditation

             the color was on the move chasing the new light shade

             closer and closer the dream became particled into water

             a trickle turned stones over rain soaked river foams

             so I awoke in the dream to break the layer in this river

             beholding the mighty giver of every rooted caring soul

             it was there he delivered the song to my open heart

             strange in the water yet stepping dry until far apart

             poor william had nothing more to give but the dawn

             he welcomed it into the morning star horizon walking shoes

             I heard the lonesome sound of poor wills night time blues