Broken, a dove lay.
Crimson blood stains her wings red.
Surly love was the cause.

Will  you love me
Until my fingers twist like gnarly tree branches
And my hair turns winter white like a cold Arizona morning
When my back is stooped and my blue eyes have a milky haze
When my voice is no longer clear
And I forget your name dear

inbe      t      ween
here      t       here

con(dis)
(so)so
nance(nance)

what we love
what we do not

under stand
stand under

tangled in so many strings crow black in color comfort chaos

are always are always
options
d i  s   s    o      l       v        i          n           g

in
new
light