Field of Reeds

All the grief and the rage
This sorrowful tryst, forsake
I will carry your tears
They shall travel the winds
And fall on my skin

See all the things still animate
The tardigrades and centipedes
See all the things still animate
Inherit this Eden we've left for them

I am the mountain, the wind
A candle Against the night
I will carry your fears
They shall travel the seas
To distant shores far away

It will come
Brighter dawn
Our absence
Now full of life

My skin, to shield your memory
Shield your remains