In the slow day, rain falls, night came, a lingering
In the new light, what soft glow, all whispering and low
Still there's nothing in a place, no remains of moments stayed
No sparkling eyes or quiet names
In the inching nervous days, there sounds an old refrain
The way our bodies stayed, I'll hold onto my awe in a new way, delicately
Some songs spent in that old questioning
How do you hold yourself
In the pale light between the days, in the lingering
How do you hold yourself
In the strange light between the days, in the lingering

What have you discovered
In digging up that other life
A held breath in the night
And a seamless sky

What is found there
In the busy passing of the day
Something unnamed
The space we spend our lives
The space we spend our lives

Coming out of the house
And having my breath swept out of me
What do you want?
What do you want?

What weather changes more than the greens
Of something moving, untamed
In the airy mist that my breath makes
When I don't know what to say?
When I don't know
When I don't know

I came up slowly
I rise
Knowing only the slightest part
Of that greater thing
A sound already resonating

And when the lifting comes, it's bright

Not light and lonely
A little fire
No new expansion
Or showy might
Just gentle voices
That do decry:
"This is where you are
Keep listening"

Though I see
The bearing
A shaded place
Static hum

From where now do we take the name?
No new encompassing refrain
Or one that touches all my days
That I sing or do not sing

So now in every way
I do delineate
The frame and unknown shape
That scope, that empty space
So say: "Oh, there you are
My little soft felt flare
I know you never left
Held close and unaware"
And we are transient

No more songs

I like the look of the dark from afar
Over my shoulders
Standing in the backyard
Not being there anymore
Growing light and leafy in the day

There's a place for us

The closest I get to the trees at night
Is from the windows of the car
And I feel the the draw, the fog
The separation
Oh what a mighty gulf

There's a place for us
(No rifts unknown, then clearly show in daylight)
(Touching my hands, a void of calm space)
(The feeling(s) shape)

I see
The ways that I have grown sometimes
No longer tall and leaving
Moving away from that old delineation
And will you be
Comfortable inside of me
The house creaks
The tired strings are breathing dust
Oh will you be
Comfortable inside of me
That oblique sheen of a thing
Not beaked or hushed

Will you grow close and full?
We will, we will, we will

Your brightest breadths were spaces in my recollections
Holes in my maps
What did you hold that I don't know
A gentle lack, a h(a/o)llow frame
Some billowed boast without a name
When I was wanting for some new unending breeze

I know there's something up ahead there in that new space
And we've been moving closer to it at the ends of days
And if faith is such a blessing
What song then will I sing?
I'll sing it out now what is pouring in through me

The quiet air you carry around
In lamplit nights and through still days
I remember those other months
When it would pour out of my heart
Out into the dark

But if I've carried this too long
I am tired now
On the verge of something else
I'll walk yawning through the cold

The sway you held
And showed me
And I know that I don't want to be alone
There's no meaningful embrace
No touching my face
Your hands were always cold

But I'll not cling to anything
I can't hear you
I'll not cling to anything
I can't hear you