Silas’ Knife

Reaching arms, a tree at night
Burnt and black, it stole the light
And you know what it is that I feel
And you know what it is that I feel

And when your fingers pull and fight
They braid and weave inside
Making planes and trees ignite
Destroying all that they feel

Growing bright above the planes
What has happened to the weight?
And you know what it is that I feel
And you know what it is that I feel
When your fingers pull and fight
They braid and weave inside
Making planes and trees ignite
Destroying all that they feel

Are we so right we stopped searching
Are we so lost we stopped walking
Are we so right we stopped searching
Are we so lost we stopped walking
Are we so lost
Are we so lost

 

Cold in this soil
and longing for your embrace
Growing old
as time takes what’s left in state
Then
the trees
are brown
and we all sleep

Heart filled with love
Despairing, descending day
Will they take
Both hands will wrest away
Flesh
and bone
and time
will free us

Exploding with leaves,
the wind is the painter’s brush
Finding lines
and filling the heart with love
Down,
the trunk,
the roots
will feed…