Sand Between My Toes

All of my reprise and expectation
Tangled in my lies of omission
Brandished in my curt confession
Sounding broken chords to hear
Your requite
Your reciprocation.
Hoping
Your face
Your voice
Your elegance
This persistence.

Telling The Hour

Punish me with the cruelest summer.
Terrify me with silence.
Make me desperate.
Let me wake alone, make me cry rivers.
You can rest your head at night
Knowing I deserved this.

Like flies in a jar,
I am mostly harmless.
Except for this vanishing hour of darkness.

Mount Moriah

Our Love Survives

Our love is true.
It’s why we fight.
What we defend.
And though our love is new and still beginning
It will be the end.
The world we knew, washed away.
The life we led, led us astray.
Now we face our greatest foe.
But we fear not, for we know:

Our love survives.

It will never die.
It will outlive the earth, the sun, and the sky.
Our love destroys anything in our way.
From the cities we burned, to the fools we betray.
Our love survives, it will always be.
No matter if we die or we live eternally.

The Thermals