Cold-Blooded

The mountains relax and listen

As I tell them all about you

How you warm my blood

And keep my heart beating

The wind carries my voice

And the coyotes laugh and laugh

With the moon

Don’t listen to them

The mountains say

They’ve never been in love

The moon hides behind me

As the sun rises above

And at the sight of her first light

The coyotes scurry away

At least you sit here bravely

And bare your soul

So listen carefully

My little friend

Climb these one-thousand steps

And feel the glory of her warmth.

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