The Day of All Clear Streams the One that Lingers Least

I don’t know the fear of the missing translation

So what I wouldn’t have the strength to be

Exceptional let alone to disprove the rule

I must add having tried sometimes holding

Onto it there were moments when it seemed

Like nobody’s business my giving you my pain

We followed the dusty pig trail of the heart

I’ve seen the flames in a piece of silver

I’ve seen your linen your most hidden places

Sometimes I saw it in your frayed dreams

The fluttering of singed wings the soot the ash

Every time you smiled was a new season

I will fill my glass from the clean water of your soul

I will drink in remembrance of captured silence