Marrow - YOB

All these things

That have come to pass

Emptied well

Of times that never last

Rhythms speak

Sun to winter’s call

Pouring forth they

Beckon to enthrall

Burnt clean eyes

Reach into our graves

Into the scars

Of our truth

Of life within

The stars

All these words

Are dust within my mind

In these times

That burn within our sight

Yearning to know

Deep into the marrow

Fall

And see

When there’s no ground

To feel

To endure

Rise in the heart

Time will crawl

To the sea

Time will fall

Inside the dream

Weathered stone

Rivers running deep

Flying wings

In skies that never sleep

Earthly blood

Speaking in the stone

Bounding calls

That want us to believe

Cleansing flames

Burn into the night

Into the scars

Of our truth

Of life with

The stars

Restless souls

Flickering light

Painted in gold

Tearing at the seams

Needing to feel

One true moment

Needing to feel

Something true