Mission Southwest lore Missions of clay Shaped with adobe brick Creating a new civilization From native culture in God’s name What did they really bring in the name of love They brought  the guilt for a crucifixion they never knew

I remember the night I remember midnight In blue

I will not crawl into a cave, I will not back off today

Masked Mona Lisa holds court with a smile

We are the immortal vampires of all creation

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Can the vision be the viewer

Imagination speeds with force from palette to canvas

I know now love can be silently kind

Knowledgeable smiles greet the warmth of a loving hand

Guitar in hand she plays

I find that "getting the shaft" is not always a sad thing

I am starving for an embrace a smile a kiss and only two sounds

Top of the world is never enough when you want the sky

Disappeared now are the bison and antelope gold diggers shed their pans for timber

For a dreamer in idyllic simplicity has no fantasy to imagine

So I find a path around the thorny patch

Fixate on one fine outstanding blue

Somewhere within it all the truth hides

Showering in this moonset lost inside dreams

I'll disappear into thin despair

Dancing in a hallway in the middle of the night she mystifies the zombies

Shadows beneath the surface make words in strokes so wide and yet perfectly formed

So I think blue and live red knowing I'll never extinguish the flame for long