Ride On from Invisible Warmth by Jason Murray

Under cascades of moonlight,
a sight for sore eyes is the world you create.
I'm wondering just how to relate,
with something so pure,
that no one can tame.

Lines of time swarm around you,
while I'm standing here wishing I knew,
one useful thing I could do,
and help build a trust,
for something so true.

Sent my prayers to the angels,
to stretch my soul 'til it's wide enough that you could lay,
lay by my side,
without losing your time,
or space,
or love,
and ride on.

I'm too worn for hoping,
but too drawn not to try and dream you and I.
Even while knowing such fate,
can be born or die,
with a glimpse in your eyes.

And if I'm not what you're looking for,
may their soul be wide enough that you could lay,
lay by their side,
without losing your time,
or space,
or love,
and ride on.

• Folk
• singer-songwriter
• Boulder