High

Pine trees and woodsmoke
Brushing my skin
I was just a little bit high
Under the milky way
Sweet as a birdsong
I was just a little bit high
And oh this way he came
He came to me
I could not believe my eyes
Arrived like a forest fire
It burned by design
I was just a little bit high
Into the looking glass
I gazed and saw
How much had never been there before
I recognized my childhood self
How very nice to be home again
Red as the dawn over the prairie
I was just a little bit high
The white of the moonlight came rushing in
I was just a little bit high
Blue as a robin’s egg
Centered like a third eye
I was just a little bit high
And as I rose to my feet I knew
Just who I had become
Into the future I gazed and saw
The bones of my ancestry