Sleep Softly in the pink heat Bleeding from the evening softly Fleeing from the Blue East to the coast Let's just lay low Steep Somewhere in a half-dream Buried in the line between the chaparral and pine trees . All our clarity waits deep laced in the seams The mountainside will show its jagged face to you As the shadows travel slow through the golden afternoon Until I got up close I'd never known The brushbloom glow Scattered on the desert floor Every year the patience of the colors makes me love them more Like floorboards in our homes Every glimpse of light I see is just as soon a memory And though my logic longs for Absolutes I'm only sure of moments I once knew And all the things that I'm not proud of but I know I don't regret They have made the contrast clear Every year the faces of these people grow more dear to me They make me see They make me see They make me