Not Ready

I dreamed we were riding — I was holding you tight
I dreamed we were riding — I was holding you tight
A hawk flew up above the road as we came into sight
The lake was all in shadow — and the road was long
The lake was all in shadow — and the road was long
The stones were sharp and I could taste the dust on my tongue
I dreamed we were riding — then everything shattered
I dreamed we were riding — then everything shattered
But we are bones and weight and water — the promises we make, they matter
I’m not ready