1. |
Loss in Their Arms
06:29
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I fall away
Come sleepy sway
Dream come true, for you
We dance, we play
Keep close, no harm
With weathered charm, they ask that
Love come softly
Holding loss in their arms
You step, so sweet
Fall feathered feet
Next comes silence
when our eyes do meet
Restless mind, be here, be kind
Love is quiet
Some of the time
Hold their breath till tomorrow
Their pain, you borrow
Keep close their sorrow
Tend your wounds, let your breath go
Your touch, they follow
Slowly, in time,
I-
-gasp, retrace
under magnetic embrace
yolks run from within
weaving knots through my skin
We’re Belly-wide waking
We’re tenderly shaking
Hold your breath till tomorrow
Your pain, they borrow
Keep close your sorrow
Tend their wounds let their breath go
Their touch you follow
We might find love in a time of loss
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2. |
Scraps to Soil
04:43
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If I
could take
it all
for my-
selfishly I’d fall for it again
Maybe I’m a
trick
a gift
a lover,
a friend
another way to endlessly pretend
that
I can see
Ahead of me
I know it’s not the way it seems to be
What I’m seeking
Mold me gently
Lay my body, love my mind
This time, let’s close our eyes
Fantasize
Maybe this is treasure
Find me
Define me
Confusing -
Timing
Undo me, just see through me, leave the rest
Let my body stretch
Steep
My broth
My nest
Leave my scraps to soil, leave a mess
Maybe I’m a
trick
a gift
a lover,
a friend
another way to endlessly pretend
that
What I’m seeking
Molds me gently
Lays my body, loves my mind
This time, let’s close our eyes
Fantasize
Maybe this is treasure
Though
I can’t see
Ahead of me
I hope it’s just as it should be
Patiently hold me like it’s fair
Treasure I’m resting in your care
I could lay my heart anywhere
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3. |
Tender Green
06:29
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The flowers, they fall faster with the winds who are their captors
Is there no fate for them they get to choose?
Rain will only hold them back
There’s too many to keep track
It’s no ordinary pain they stand to lose
The soil holds them closely
Turns their grief into love, mostly
And the memory of their flowers
Resists the time that time devours
By seeing every part of them, you do
You carry the sun
From your roots to your tongue
Nectar flows
In the rain and the dust
It’s your shelter they trust
In your arms
You planted your heart
And tore my earth apart
You are
Tender green
Like honey for
Birds and bees
This love stretching
Carefully
You are a
Springtime dream
Come true
Even when we stumble
Our roots wrap around and rumble
There pride in slowing, slowing down to chew
Spitting out what does not serve you
Looking back at all that you grew
Casting seeds and life in every line you drew
As the winds that pluck the flowers
Speak of you for countless hours
Your warmth sincere in every word they sew
In your joys and through your sorrows
You inspire my tomorrows
What we follow, what we seek in all that’s new
Your belly’s the sun
When your laughter’s begun
Time freezes
Shedding leaves for good reasons
You seek summer seasons
To glow
You planted your heart
And tore my earth apart
You are
Tender green
Like honey for
Birds and bees
This love stretching
So gently
You are a
Springtime dream
Come true
(For you I saw and swoon)
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