Letting Go

We never got acquainted with spring” 

It was August

The sun scorched and blistered our skin

We would sweat and pant and we didn’t drink enough water

We wanted more than anything for it to be winter

It was January

The snow built up on the sides of the road

It mixed with the filth of our streets and made us painfully aware of the dirt we were living in

We wanted more than anything for it to be spring 

We never got acquainted with spring

You would have loved it 

Bury Your Tears

Dear merchant you are the spirit you’ve been given”

Bury your tears in the garden

Peddle your flowers elsewhere

Fields flowing sweet with wildflower congregation

Beckon you to your throne, oh how long they’ve waited there

Take swift the dagger of sorrow

Contest with the ghost in your eye

Find your strength in the battlefield aromatic

You are a giant, you ran away, but returned with flowers to buy

Now you’re on a quest for retribution

An adventurer dreams to forgive and be forgiven

Troubles stack higher than the surrounding mountains

Dear merchant you are the spirit you’ve been given

Bury your tears in the garden

Dear merchant peddle your sorrows elsewhere