I felt again, your presence came
Your warmth renewed, no longer ash
In my arms, not seizing, not shrieking
Soft and living… safe once more
But you are gone. Each new breath, empty morning
You are torn from me fresh, the
Wound never closing.
Will I ever get used to your absence?
WILL I EVER STOP WISHING YOU WEREN’T GONE?
I almost pray you’d stop coming to me
Allow the blood to congeal
But if the only way you can be
Means me weeping over you in my sleep
Then bring me the dreams.
How can I serve you better, Lord, how can I earn your name
How can I be worthy of all the grace you pour on me?
You shake your head, you reach down to me
“I am everything you need.“
i need to flee from the wind in my head
the stars in my skull, though they sparkle, are dead
a trap set to imprison me, to chain me to the past
if i do not free myself, this love will never last
Struggled through another dawn, another break of blood and brawn
Cracked my own bones, split my own veins
Broke up my courage just to remain
And then I gave
until i could breathe under concrete and grain
twelve days twelve days twelve days twelve
i set you free, you sought me out
turn me down, i feel your doubt
boldly strong only when i am gone
It is beautiful, expensive; it glimmers
With all the promise of the storm.
From crushing olives, oil is born.
Stumbled blocks, mumbled rocks, marking the path with the walk.
Crumbling codes of fire and road, we struggle to know when we’re near.
The tracks just go on without end, my dear.