Contain - Ian William Craig

Say my name, I will vibrate

And I will linger in the sound for a time

Gathering all of your tiny pieces

And all the things I didn’t get quite right

Stories fallen from the mountain

We tread upon them softly

These words are slow vessels that

Were never meant to contain anything at all

Stole a smile in a swarm of strangers

Of tidal waves and tragedies

Your eyes, they were sweet assassins

Pulling memories just out of reach

Cause we’re machines of

Of forgetting

Throwing all these things to time

The future in your folded palm

How I long to walk that line, so

Come in from this haunted weather and

Tend the fire a while, with me

Say my name and I will vibrate

I will not contain, contain you at all