Talking To Fog

This is our surrender to the garden, to the weeds

All our stars are turning back to stone

This is waking to our morning, falling through our floor

Our broken hearts as hard as broken bones

Sorrow says: Believe me, you can walk into my mouth

But every time we have, it's hard to leave

Let's say it like the sunrise when it's talking to the fog

We're both looking for a light in the window of a house

Beneath our winter branches, underneath our winter clouds

But it's hard to find

Lovers all surrender, like the garden and the weeds

It's all we say when saying what we mean

Our arms are full of water and the water all wants out

Like our meadow birds giving back their wings

Sorrow says: Believe me, you can climb into my trees

We know it's harder to get down each time we do

Let's say it like the sunrise talking to the fog

We're both listening for music by a river after dark

In every space we're making as we pull ourselves apart

But it's hard to find

Sorrow says: Believe me, you can beat into my breast

And all our bandages and bruises know it's true

Let's say it to the sunrise, shaking us awake

We're both reaching out for love, outside wanting in

To a room that's made of moonlight and the walls are warm as skin

Where our memories of singing fill the air behind our heads

And our meadow bugs are living for the only flowers left

Where our burns return their fire and the cold can have our clothes

Where our dying deer is folded on the soft side of the road

Where the wind is our direction and the waves say: Come along

Where the faces of our family and friends go on and on

But it's hard to find