Honey if your departure
I sat beside you on the kitchen floor
You said darkness has no virtue of it's own
It's only darkness, what is lost is lost
You weren't tired of metaphor

I once crawled along the ruins
Found you at the birth, the timberline
Where the mountains stood before us
Like a bright, narrow, wide
The sun was high that turned your white hair gold

I don't want your voice to move me
I don't want to be cracked open
I don't want the knot to loosen
In my throat, to place a landmine down a rabbit hole
I am no pale faced saint
I am like a dog always barking at a ghost

You know I don't go easy
I never made a myth of your disease
I hedges my bets with every soul I ever loved
Except for one, honey al I know
If hope is throwing stones into the void

I don't want your voice to move me
I don't want to be cracked open
I don't want the broken headlight flicker
The bright pines, the silver side of the moon
Behind you
When I find your driftwood bones and fire smoke
Pull the yoke and light it up and joke
A hymn we only spoke and never sung
Those of us born in last
You know we only trust the line
On the horizon when I find you
I don't want your voice to move me