Bob Dylan – Spirit on the Water
from Modern Times (2006) /blue folk/
Spirit on the water, darkness on the face of the deep
I keep thinking about you baby and I can’t hardly sleep
I’m traveling by land, Traveling through the dawn of day
You’re always on my mind; I can’t stay away
A cold mist detaches from the grey river, culled from its supple surface by the greenleaf fingers of willows reaching out over it; it lilts on an upward draft into my open arms. I hold it, soothing, to my fevered forehead and the autumn air catches in my throat. I look back along the infinite play of water over stones, to where it smudges into fog under the narrow road bridge. The slender traces of dampness in the air etch the lines of a hesitant smile at the corners of my eyes. I lean back onto the uneven peat and let my heavy lids fall to closed and wait for my awkward shoulders to settle into the dirt.