The Collection
The Older One
Where’s the “you” that we all used to love?
When the spirit came upon you like a dove?
And your love felt exactly like ours was
Well, I can’t believe it’s not enough
Since the day that you died your hair black
We were worried that the serpent would snap
You never know when you might be attacked
And once you go, you can never come back
But now the current pulls you out toward that ocean we spoke about
I always thought that all we needed lived around its mouth
But you find peace within the river’s sounds
And your love was received through a sieve
And it left a small crease in your gifts
And furrowed brows on the way that you live
Well, I can’t believe the things you did
To find light in the darkest of rooms
To find sun in the smallest of moons
To find that everyone dies too soon
So why not love the road to ruin?
But now the current pulls you out toward that ocean we spoke about
I always thought that all we needed lived around its mouth
But you find peace within the river’s sounds
You taught me movement sometimes can be safe
When I was always scared to run away
Tired of lines we’re told that we should trace
Drawn by pens of someone else’s faith
Well, I’ve always loved the pictures that yours paints
Now the current pulls you out toward that ocean we spoke about
I always thought that all we needed lived around its mouth
But you find peace within the river’s sounds