Silver on the Sage

Some nights feel wide enough
to hold the whole sky.

“Silver on the Sage” lives out on the high plains —
campfire smoke rising into the dark,
wind moving through the sage,
and the quiet sense
that the past has finally loosened its grip.

It’s a song about distance —
about healing old scars
under a sky that stretches further
than our worries.

Out where the fire burns low
and the stars start writing
their stories again.