Looking Through Stained Glass

Big Montana Sky
 
Cowboy sleeping by campfire under a sun setting sky

As I lay on my drover, watching the big Montana sky
Like I have so many nights before, watching time carve by
I know that this cattle drive, was worth the time of the run
But on nights likes these, no these nights are never fun

The ambience of a mild crystal clear night, even I can’t deny
As I lay on my drover, watching the big Montana sky
But all my thoughts turn to you, as I watch the campfire
Each flame a flimsy copy, of you when filled with desire

Those jolts of emerald flashes, which herald your sand fluid moods
How well I’ve learned to read them all, the bad and the good
As I lay on my drover, watching the big Montana sky
My longing for your touch is so deep, I damn well want to cry

I squeak out a prayer to the heavens, that you still feel the same
For upon my return to you, I shall ask you to share my name
In the meantime, thoughts of your dew soft skin get me by
As I lay on my drover, watching the big Montana sky
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