While chasing a dream

Image by Francisca Ribeiro

Oh, the chimes are sounding,

and they echo wildly off the canyon walls.

This is wild land humming.

These are ancient songs that fill my body.

Oh, the light is astounding.

Its golden lashes sweep the old growth.

This is my joy spiraling.

These are my spoils for simply breathing.

Still, with all my faults,

I draw my breath from an ancient earth.

Oh the light is astounding,

like a sulfur cloud amongst these stately pines.

I could hold my gaze as stead,

and in a thousand years we’d verily think the same.

Still, with all my faults,

I draw my breath from an ancient earth.

For what it’s worth,

I draw my breath from an ancient earth.

CHIMES by Bowerbirds