Dear John
I'm gone
Riding these wild ponies
Don’t wait
If I'm late
The fields are over flowing
With the last of winters rain
I hardly ever feel this way
Spring begins to bleed again
These ponies want to run away
Don't cry
I might
ride into the twig light
landslide of hindsight
the morning caught me
blind side
what is left of winters frost
is hardly ever worth the cost
of every tear the sky has lost
these ponies trample as they cross
spring breaks like a diamond
over lake Michigan
I find myself out riding
These wild ponies again
Lord knows where they’ll run to
It’s enough to know
There are untamed things
We should let go
Hands cold
Eyes closed
I listen to their leaving
I’m home
Safe, warm
Beside you in the evening
They are only clouds of dust
It hardly ever is enough
But even gold will sometimes rust
There’s something wild in all of us
Introspective, homespun folk tunes from John Donne that feel informed by the sugary bleakness of '80s and '90s indie pop. Bandcamp New & Notable Aug 1, 2023