Bear’s ears
1000 years
Red rock canyons carved by gentle tears
Cried from the eyes of the skies

Sunset
Sunrise

Orange, yellow, red
The purest eyes

The landscape shifts
The mountains rise
The old man turns on his side and sighs

1 million days
Shift to night
The diamonds rise
Colors subside

The stolen line
The cowboys stride
The ancient night
The perfect time

As I walk the canyon lines
Contours the soul
As my being shines
The lightest light

Weightless and free
Moves the page in harmony

Ancient masters
From every race,
Take their time
In this ancient place

No need to dig
The earth’s just fine
The warrior’s way
Both yours and mine

The ancient buttes
Rise through the skies
Casting spells
For us to find

North
South
East
Finally west

Guide these beings
In search of rest