When I was little / you could cut through the air of hatred

When I was little
you could cut through the air of hatred
and watch it sink back into the void
like pudding.

 There were no kisses
and hugs were manipulation
and smiles were deceit.

when I want sunshine your gods gift me rain

in the dark I am left fumbling
after so many desk-side hours
I didn’t see the tears coming
 
little River Junction
when I want sunshine
you give me rain
and this is when I fall in love
with you
 
your little roads and puddles
are swallowed by the river
and floating along
I find myself already home
 
or at least alone
is not what I thought it was
 
your gods are not my gods
and yet I look up and find
nothing but canopy
still the stone sky is held aloft
and the only piece that falls
tells me stories
 
finally
I’m beginning to understand

Salvation

Salvation!
I find you in every phrase
of this song.

Every day the pounding

Every day the pounding
of hammers and heels
racing each other skywards.
 
China, they say you’ve changed
in these three short years —
but I still found your little rivers
and along their winding banks
fisherman still fish.

Embrace the emptiness

Embrace the emptiness
the sign of life lacking —
it means that I love
I am loved
I am cut off

Sometimes it is your tears I cry

Sometimes it is your tears I cry
it is your sadness that overflows
out of me

Over the Arctic, west-bound

Over the Arctic, west-bound
racing the sunrise
surrounded by the violet
of endless twilight

In the heart of winter

In the heart of winter
I step outside and for a moment
there is only the sun
warming my ears