She dances like desert reflections that bend with the light.
Here lips partly open, with slight hesitation,
she rides through the gate to edge of the night.
She sleeps just like the river,
running swiftly never ceasing for a rest.
I know that should I lose her,
she’ll be forever washing through my head.
I’d hope to never dream,
for fear I’d live it all again.
I want to know where you came from.
I want to know what you’re made of.
She sleeps just like the river,
running swiftly never ceasing for a rest.
I know that should I lose her,
she’ll be forever washing through my head.
I’d hope to never dream,
for fear I’d live it all again.
Tom Heyman documents life in San Francisco circa 2023, refusing to succumb to easy characterization & instead capturing the city’s nuance. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 22, 2023