The Smokies

Amongst the Smokies
And the fog covered skies
We find rest
Time away from life
No sirens rolling by
The night sky
As dark as I have ever seen
The changing landscape
If the mountain scene
We feel called to rest and write
Under the peaceful
Carolina sky
Where the pace is set
By the coast of an evening sky
There is no sweeter rest then in these hills
Summers retreat
And falls chills
Set in in evening collapse
Dinner is made near the Cumberland gap
For now the air is intoxicating and luring
In the mountains embrace
We have felt
Such a touch so soothing

Rest

This was written after a couple of weeks on the road. This trip included all of the major music hubs in the U.S. (in my humble opinion of course and for our particular genre). We had stops in New York, Chicago, L.A. and Nashville. We finally got to the end of our journey to a log cabin up in the woods on Traverse City, MI and I slept for basically 48 hours. At the end of the sleep I was able to get up and write some words that needed to be written down. They came to me in a early morning haze. So here it is a poem on rest – enjoy!

Rest

There is one thing that unifies

This no one can contest

That when we fall asleep

The mind now at rest

The heart

Beats

And beats

And beats

To no similar tune

But in similar fashion

The mind at rest

I can attest

This is the best

Way to connect to each other

There are no preconditions

No medication

Or temptation

For one to connect

To others

Through this sensation

Of mind cessation

Temporary of course

But this might lead a course of action

To rest away the weary eyes

To come to negotiation anew

Many a times it has worked for me

And surely will do the same for you

Lights out in gentle style

Let the mind take the lonely mile

And hearts beat sustain throughout the night

And in the morning

Everything will be alright