
new roads I travel
all center on same compass
the one that I love

new roads I travel
all center on same compass
the one that I love

the moon almost full
lighting up washed out contrail
could it be a star

captured forever
the color of this moment
fleeting in beauty

rise on swift wind rise
lifting us where we belong
then do it again

crisp autumn morning
this road that I’m traveling
not the normal way