Oaklee

Blow flame across my tears, share jokes in the dust, then you disappear, I thought you'd never fail, wrap blankets on our trust, laughter on bar rails, what brought you back here, in the lilac dusk, a man once so clear, ice blue as the trail, a rider till he's bust, absorbed in all your days, no one could get near, a spark that never rusts, many have shed a tear, a hammer for the nail, I did what I could, he haunts me like a grail, nostalgic for the mud.