Be you sheep of shepherd under stars of day or night.. be you nurse of best.. of worse.. each sound speaks dark or light.. be you infant in the teeming noise of evermore..
Your heart will answer when a knock comes to it’s bloody door..
Sheep eyes turn when something.. something never heard before.. turn back to rich grass.. sweet water nature holds in store..
Marcus is a shepherd knows not car or screens of dream.. knows truth of the sky.. the trees.. cool healing night.. moonbeams.. dreams of Lemon sweet from village seen when but a child.. does she wait as promised?.. with innocent sweet wild..
Time men from cities with strange noises rolling tents.. drinking swimming with their women love given or lent..
Traveling cross the desert empty promises.. change spins.. a dream.. leaving what was..
Sheep sense another ‘Sandy wind’