When you left a crash of sun-tossed days returned
The world it reached for me in earth tones
Leaves deepened your silhouette to ochre then mist
While I waited memory shot through me like hot stone
A crash of sun-tossed days returned
Always someone threading roses through barbed wire
Phantoms pass through corridors
Brush past shoulders
Collect the small hurt
In exposure
Listening I call out for you
Someone is threading roses through barbed wire
Leaves deepened your silhouette to silver mist
Buoyed by garlands tide pours in to mourn time gone
Meanwhile music pours in from other rooms
Our future less certain now
Let us find comfort in what our grace has been shown
Let us find grace in cascade of our song
No longer strange to this world
Purple haze of surrender
Etched in the palms of our hands
Waves break into surf and we hold
Sound of them in our throat
Majesty of their timbre
Washing away sorrow
Sea weaves garlands of emerald
Keep tangling
In distances
Unsettled by our truth
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