The seasons change. It can be hard to tell if we'll ever see the sun. Sometimes it's easy to forget, as we build ourselves up and lie to ourselves, how fragile all this really is. Even the Earth itself is changing and we find ourselves in strange seasons with even stranger weather.
ORBIT
Even this sadness has its place dear
Packed away all nice and neat
The dust is coming almost daily
The Earth gives way under our feet
Swept up
Under the depths
In tongues repressed
And sins revealed by tides
You washed away the footprints
But you still left a thousand knives
Etched into these stones
The throne room of these giants
That arrogant abyss
Of emptiness eternal
This loneliness I reminisce about
As sure as a planet's orbit
No faith in the begotten
Or the constancy of mortals
Bent, broken and forgotten
With no pause given for morals
Caught unawares
As the gaping mouth of death descends
Herself in all her winged fury
Blotting out the fucking sun
Sands escape each hourglass
Choking the life of all you have left
That fast approaching doom
Advancing across the dunes
There is such peace in that acceptance
Orderly and true
Each an end and a beginning
Each goodbye and each hello
You do your best to stay eternal
Carve a halo for yourself
Or for the true love you're adoring
For the soul of those beloved
Tell yourself they're each undying
Clockwork dolls all in a world
Of yarn and twine and paper buildings
Until it all goes up in smoke
Until the darkened skyline wanders
With bowls of dust and stomach pain
Take your medicine by daylight
Ne'er knowing if the sun will rise again
With such ease I was once smitten
When I saw your eyes aglow
Love flutters sudden and unbidden
Sparks fly and embers start to flow
I buried bones here
I set down roots
I called for answers
Silence hurts
I danced beside you
Set these fires here
Held you tight
In any storm
We made our peace here by the river
Where we carved our names on stones
Now I set a place here at the table
Two settings though I am alone
I say your name dear, I'm forgetting
And my mouth is full of rot
Tangled mosses, fetid mushrooms
All that will grow in this dark heart
I remember you set for sailing
And left that piece there by the bed
And told me sadness had a home there
Twasn't a sin to lay my head
It's not the earthquakes, not the shaking
Not the loss of all our kin
Just the empty and the heartache
Forgetting your face once again
I've got your picture by my bedside
I'll read a prayer, sing a hymn
And with a smile I'll remember
As the clouds are rolling in
Even sadness has its place
Packed away here in this home
Swept up under the depths
Blotting out the fucking sun
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