Our Song
Open the box, and remember your oath to the golden heart of the matters within, and give hope to we, who sing through silvered throats, and forget the words to the song. Know that sweet Hosanna knows your name. She calls to you from behind trees, and with a leaf set to the autumn wind, she's gone from your dreams. She wasn't for you. I lost the key, as did she. Us sisters know your name and know desire's burn for you. The lock isn't ready to show what's inside of the box. It almost slams closed on your fingers. The Sky turns to sky turns to sky, tumbling over moon and sun. We sing once more knowing the words, little by little, until we sing out like larks in the morning. Take flight like leaves dying off trees, and us sisters bound by desire, will call your name under our breathes at night, when no one can hear.