March 18

[Manslick]

walk soft upon your friend
hold him up to the light
confide in his warm moment
give him your best dreams
slow now, we go
to the setting sun
the bird flies to the moon
song on the wind sounds good
no man sees the light in the dark
throw off your hat
face the wind and walk hard
pace yourself
in the best moment of a dream, be calm
look closely at the texture, don't push
when the roll comes ride it with pleasure
when the roll comes, make it your treasure
cry when the wind stops
know then the seed drops
let your tear water the soil
breathe the ground boils