• Drifting Shalms

    Snow is falling on the roads.
    It's so beautiful and so cold.
    The wind is blowing harsh across the ways.
    It's deep in night lit by highway light.

    Slowly crossing, slowly flowing,
    the crystals on the road.

    The snow is crawling on the ground.
    It is as though living smoke scuttles around.
    It is a river one must swim,
    but is it up or down, which is the end?

    Slowly crossing, slowly flowing,
    the crystals on the road.

    My eyes are watching,
    my mind alert.
    Yet I am falling,
    falling underneath a deadly spell.

    Slowly crossing, slowly flowing,
    the crystals on the road.

    My eyes are drifting,
    my focus wavers,
    my body moves on its own.
    I am falling under a beautiful trance.

    Slowly crossing, slowly flowing,
    the crystals on the road.

    My mind is lost,
    my body follows,
    I fear I will not make it home,
    this the deadly beauty of the snow.

    Slowly crossing, slowly flowing,
    the crystals on the road.

    I am falling,
    or so I feel,
    'til I see the concrete wall.
    My mind snaps back, I am awake.

    Slowly crossing, slowly flowing,
    the crystals on the road.

    I turn the wheel.
    I swerve away.
    I catch my breath,
    and continue home.

    Slowly crossing, slowly flowing,
    the crystals on the road.
    This the fearful beauty,
    and the power of the deadly snow.