I was a child when I saw it first
How daunting desert quenches thirst
The crushing weight of all we are to become
Landing and landing again as a drum
Oh nursery, winding back to see the hush of rushing leaves
Caught in the throes of a bygone tide
The patrimonial eclipse of a child
Too young to know of ancient things
Being eclipsed and resurfacing
God himself, residing in the gaps
Baited breath upon relapse
Unsacred pilgrimage homewards
Of this and this alone I am assured
My friend Ryan took it away
In a letter marked with this day
Return to sender- oh! what it meant
Money made, money spent
An entanglement of I don't know
In a dark digress of eloping hopes
And our hardened heads trespassing homes
Of this and this alone I am assured
Sun blasted your alabaster place
Winding brackets of brick and iron lace
Sankofa singing of all delight
Where dove and dove lay rest their plight
Share a relief of gold gated streets
Amber tinted, flooding eves
Carolinas each-and-each smiling at this ease
Something only I know well enough to
Love
Lion lie in the lion's den
Lion lie in the lion's den with me
With me for
With me for the end of all
Time