Hollow Trees

I recall when I was first time born,
The heavens looked more a summer storm

All the water ran fast and warm

I taste the salt...

I am so much shallower now, where is the sky, it is my fault
I wish I had told you cowboys don't shoot at cars

Does every wish extinguish a star

I taste the salt..

You can see the misbegotten row of trees, remember I put them there at rivers edge
Perhaps you've forgotten, in your death, your promise and pledge

I taste the salt..

They are tall now, and like me, past grown
and together, they and I have become hollow things

Tap for ping and wind whistle tone

I taste the salt..

You can weep every dawn for fifty or even a hundred years

You can feel so broken that you bend inside

Does the water run fast and warm past the hollow piers

I taste the salt..

Brother, they've become blood I fear, and yet..

I taste the salt..

I taste the salt..

I taste the salt of tears

Gunner