Drought

summer move forward and stitch me the fabric of fall

wrap life in the brilliance of death to humble us all

how sweet is the day

I'm craving a darkness

as I sit tucked away with my back to the wall

and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth

and the landscape of merry and desperate drought

how much longer dear angels

let winterlight come

and spread your white sheets over my empty house

summer move forward and leave your heat anchored in dust

forgotten him, cheated him, painted illusions of lust

now language escape, fugitive of forgiveness

leaving as trace only circles of rust

and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth

and the landscape of merry and desperate drought

how much longer dear angels

come break me with ice

let the water of calm trickle over my doubts

come let me drown

angels no fire no salt on the plow

carry me down

bury me down

and the taste of dried-up hopes in my mouth

and the landscape of merry and desperate drought

once I knew myself

and with knowing came love

I would know love again if I had faith enough

too far is next spring and her jubilant shout

so angels, inside

is the only way out