I am so honored to be here with you.
Watching the landscape change
Before our eyes
Smokescreens being lifted,
Burning and itching tears
That cascade freely
Washing our eye sockets
With fresh rejuvenation.
Spring rises from the ground
In the air ripe with birdsong
We hid inside from the rain
And let ourselves melt
Into the puddle around us.
We were washed, watered,
Pressed clean and wrapped up.
But hang yourself on the line
And let the wind rip through you
Let the tug of gravity
Drip from your sleeves
And the sun dry us firm and crisp
Till we are imbued and stuck
In the light.
Too Far From the Sun 