To gather the peace That swirls through the Cedars in the yard
To put it in With where I would Store my record collection If I were to have one
If the world still turned slow
To combine that bark stained whisper With the notes that find my ears When I can’t find my mind
To give you the music That animates my thoughts And the stillness that animates their origin
To acknowledge my weakness For your smile and its sweetness To gather and gift my secrets To hope that it pleases To sort through the meaningless To make you laugh till your chest wheezes.
To walk further along if these blessings don’t meet us.
To keep pushing forward With all I have left To keep my soul’s doors unlocked With no fear of theft To accept you may listen to my music And wish you were deaf To prepare to gather up the chunks of silence After you break it over my chest
To trust that chaos Is not the rebellion Of the cedars’ breath