First light in the sky
The invisible sun
Unwilling to rise
Mist still in winter air
Clouds that scour belief
From solid rock
And there’s nothing to be said
To those who have already left
To those left behind
Even on the ground
The earth is turned and not familiar
The crow flecked fields are
Torn and stitched by thorns
The house is barely there
Its roots still show
Where the lines lie
And run to ground
And there’s nothing to be said
To those who have already left
To those left behind
Every wind blown seed
That settles in her garden
Will grow to fill the years
That she will never see
The look in his eyes
Reflects her fear and her reminder
That he will not be alone
When she is gone
And there’s nothing to be said
To those who have already left
To those left behind
Except to say
That we’re all busy dying
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