Stirred Watching What I Cannot Name

    Folded waves savor what now humbles my soul
    Last night hangs overhead
    The birth of time is felt on my bare arms
    I shiver in a paradise of crimson red

    Still water has no name beyond my thoughts
    All of my wishes are buried in rooms
    Unheard guests that sleep on my horizon
    Once howled at the silvery moon

    All night I have watched what I cannot name
    In a garden where soil conceals
    What is suddenly blooming only half there
    Surface loosens, breath revealed

    The issue of days has now salted my fire
    Marked its initials on my face
    As tracks of tears I wept for blooms
    No longer in this place

    Still, a beautiful song lies within my sight
    Sings the desire of my soul
    Stirred watching what I cannot name
    Inside of waves that fold

    Garden soil delivers and my soul is humbled
    Though weary and down trodden
    Blooms return within the folded waves
    I see what I've forgotten
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