Cinders Letra

It couldn't hold the light from the prairie fire burning brightly below.

Gangling... breathing hard, the fawn,
she took a cautious step then spilled full frame into the kitchenette,,,
feet slippery from the ash.

The glass snake cut the ash...
carved ribbons around the smolderings...
only to tie a knot at my feet in a pool of gasoline.

The pines went up with a "hush"
then slow-burned, whimpering.
I was a flurry of cinders pulled in ribbons from the car.
You were tiny anchors at my sleeve.