The Western Veil
Luther Child, Mark Erelli
I strummed a song I wrote for you
By the river’s edge
As the sky turned neon blue
Above the canyon ridge
Somewhere in the distance
A lone coyote wailed
And the stars appeared, one by one
In the western veil
Heaven’s wheel kept turning
The moon was on the wane
Dawn spilled on the mountain
And washed across the plain
It colored in the bones of time
Illuminated tales
On the sandstone canvas
Of the western veil
Distant voices calling
Along an ancient line
Time and space collapsing
A glimpse of the divine
I’m just another pilgrim
Following the trail
That leads beyond the curtain
Of the western veil