Lying, Still

I just listen to the wind

These old and tired branches

Calling through the trees

A whispering in my bones

I call that quiet cold my home

That soft but bitter Winter breeze

That silent Earth

Lying, still, beneath

Peaceful, unperturbed

Belly fat and distended

Full of tired words

Exhaustion as I'm bended

Mouth all full of briers

Words all caught with barbs

Wishing to be lovers

Praying despite my tongue

Mistakes that drown in tidal pools

Washing away with bitter water

With reverence I tread here

With salt I pack these wounds

I'm weaving my own meaning

For God won't speak a word

To see a new beginning

Bring light into this world

If I could I'd lift the sun back up

And let the starlight reach you

Undo the redshift, renew the blue

And let the Spring time come

There is a beauty just too bittersweet

A truth I carry on

A calling through these elder woods

A fire in this hearth

Dragging behind in freshly fallen snow

Flakes catch the sun like fireflies

Caught in the breeze and whispering

Of when you said goodbye

A truth or just a memory

A fire or a spark

A love I thought a remedy

For stumbling in the dark

Of how I hoped to be a story

Leave more than this small stone

Survive as Winter came and went

And meet the Summer sun

Just a river rushing

I'm just a quiet song

For all the faults I e'er had

I tried to hold my tongue

Lying Still

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