When the clouds begin to funnel and the hail falls
You were backlit by the sunset in orange tones
There was something delivered in the air
A glimpse of something holy, stolen
For a moment, it was there
They say there’s repercussions that will follow
When an unbounded heart is tethered to tomorrow
Sown to where the sun may never reach
But what’s kept ‐ I know ‐ burns like coals
A fire, it evokes inside of me
I still have time
My hands will still find the words in the earth
Come tomorrow the oak will tower over us all

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