Lighting from Fable by Sam Moss

If my hammer's back at home
And I've run out of twine
Twist the branches into corners
Lay the planks out for my spine

Whittled down the day
To a narrow straight line
Pulling at splinters
One by one

The amber of the twilight
Is only in the sky
We sleep unwhiskeyed
And plain

Where dreams are all mundane
No symbols to unfurl
I won't wake up with a name
Just a lighting of the world

Alabaster moon
A sliver in the air
Sinks below a sturdy line
Till barely there

Where dreams are unretained
No there's nothing to recall
I won't wake up with a name
Or nothing else at all

• Americana
• Boston
• Folk
• Massachusetts
• acoustic guitar
• singer-songwriter
• Staunton