timing

Circle defines the sun
Half moon under my eyes
The black crow mates for life
Track scratching smiles

I want to be with someone
Who didn’t know me
When I was beautiful.

Someone who isn’t always looking
For the person I used to be.

Still soft and pliable
Like truth bending
And twisting in the righteous flame.
Blue and orange in the cave

And I just realized who you are
Dirty hands carving creatures on the wall
How is it we never met?
Skating around the pond

Your handprint on my face
Your hair smelling of smoke
Your music is my song
My words brought you home

The sun squeezes eyes
And I am a bronze statue.

The ice slows my blood
Stroking my mind

This fire is melting time
Pushing you aside.


They want to believe it is better to leave
But I can carry this from grave to grave.
A seed never planted,
The crow’s song following
“It was wrong,
all along.”