Retrace

Went back to the water this time without you
Soaking in the sunlight of does what you're thinking, matter
Felt flat, felt illuminated tall trees
Seeing with my words peeling off the concrete, does it matter

And now that half my voice is in the cosmos
Or fluttered somewhere without
Within the tropos, does it matter
I feel my head is empty
I feel my hands are feet are heavier without the weight of anything at all

And we read our futures
In the way we study features in our faces

Went back to the water this time
And it was filling to the shore
And a bluebird sang above our heads
The river washed each one of her notes dead

And I felt flat, and I felt taller than I my eyes had ever been

And now that half my words are loose
Or sticking to the ridges of my roots
I feel I read your heavy heart

And we read our future
But it was too late
Even in this place
I cannot relate
I cannot retrace