I was still dripping my ichor into the only ancient I had found as old as myself
Life seeps through the cracks in my skull, it seems the hum of my prayers has found you with its melodies in the dark
What would you taste that my words could not satisfy
What touch would bring you peace
That the eons in my mind have not already lain you to sleep and tucked you in
What is the edge, when this wanderer has only known falling, grasping for the stars all the way down
It seems to even the foolish that this love be undying in its shallows
As you swim from shore to shoal, that depths would make themselves known to you
With the ache of the earth and all her tears to comfort you
Oh skyline where you meet earth I will find you
This sacrifice has bought us sweet hours on the back of your silence
Coaxing fire from your lungs when I have been so calm
As your storm struggles to find its footing
These are the prints in the sand, these are the whispers for the wind
I will sing them to you, oh keeper of days still behind the lock