These moments are now laced with a longing For more of the same old. And in these barren winds sway, The wild grasses of a month without sun. Over the moors lay your absence, Rolling under horizon after horizon. With these hands I could christen you, But the sunsets churn out shadows, And each one holds me and asks for a dance. Until my hands bear the mark Of arching waltzes dissolved in rain, Because I’m dancing around the sun rays, Chasing these soulful nights.
Over the hill stands a flower. Dropping hours through its hourglass. And gently, the winds pluck it away, Slip away petal by petal. Sway through the sun. Dance into the grasses. Pull apart the seconds.
Help me weave these moments, Into reeds by a lake. And watch me as I wade through shallows, Towards the emptiness of the sky’s flaws. Watch the petals cry into the water. Lean away from this echoed longing.
Watch the grasses linger in sorrow.
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