West Hills

Look over yonder to those hills in the west
That burn with the day and go away with the night
When the father sun comes to touch the trees on their heads
And they block out his light as he passes
There’s the orange glow between the leaves and the leaves are bright green
As the night is soaking skin with the sky

"I am the spirit of the hill to the west
Whose name is the same as not saying a name
And if you cry out to me when the sun sets
You may show your own name in the song, your voice rises

There’s a hole in the world, and I’ll give you a peek
If you promise to let me be the one who lets you
And you promise that after, you’ll believe what you see

And only alone may you bear witnessing
Only alone with nobody to see you
As you fall like sand off an eroding hill
And swoon beneath the waves of the real dream you live"