Just above us, north of here,
September’s rising hand
draws a copper curtain down
around us as we stand
changing into different clothes
left scattered on this land…
Oh, every bit of light pass through me now,
every bit of light pass through me now
Mother of my father’s son,
I moved apart from you––
further out into this world
like we’re supposed to do;
but tell me something ––anything,
from where you’ve gotten to…
Oh, every bit of light pass through me now
every bit of light pass through me now
Orphaned from the days to come,
we rattle bones and keys,
feel the blood that is our wine
rolling up our sleeves;
hurry past the feral moon
hungry in the trees…
Oh, every bit of light pass through me now
every bit of light pass through me now
I listened to your ringing phone
as you stood at my door
and tried to hear my voice inside,
my feet upon the floor;
neither of us moving,
both of us unsure…
How did i think this story just my own?
If there’s a heaven or a hell,
it’s here and it is now––
and if I lived a life before,
it knew this one somehow;
knew that I’d wait years for you,
and probably taught me how…
Oh, every bit of light pass through me now
every bit of light pass through me now