If you’re mystic, come this way
and play for me.
Tune your strings sharp & clear
with all the pressure I can bare.
If you’re mystic, stroke my hair,
kiss my lips,
take me to your mother-ship.
Rifle me with your tough grip.
Anchor me to your bright blue.
Show myself to me through you.
Your platinum strings ring clear and true.
Play your harp, this is your cue.
I know you’re mystic, I am too.
Let me play my harp for you.
Joshua Tree National Monument
This is where I go when God wants to speak with me in private.