Stay on my shore
And don't desert me
And if you go
The wind will blow you back to me
And if your boat is broken out on the rocks

It wasn't anger but in longing
We feed the birds
Syrup and seed
So they stay near
So we can see

Flashing red and blue beneath the green
When the fruit has long since rotten
Gold in the needles and red dark skin
Needed all to be empty
Wrapped in leaves, would end clinging
In these, so holy

You've split the cord
With Cedar and Holly
In light, indoors
Let the smoke do the cleaning
And sweeten our skin with the salt and a stone
There's the pages of our story

Copyright: DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY
Writer(s): Joan Shelley