Its Time

Just like the prophet’s wine It’s like the eschaton’s vine Trace the beetle’s line Beneath the bark of all this pine It’s found its time. Sunrise, on this jagged line And 2,000 miles, Great Divide Just like a bitter root It’s like the serpent ‘neath your boot Trace the river’s line Beyond the valley bend it winds It’s found its time. Sunrise, follows a horse thief moon And after all these miles, won’t be too soon It’s found its time.