Wild Ocean

A hollow home scar, a bundle of stars, a seismograph heart In telluric tense, we sound our own depths Go back to the start And in the waking golden hour In the fading arrow shower Where the snow fell like ash Grit and graft, care and craft Thoughts slowed and simmered dim Mirrored limbs, speckled skin Keeps turning, time keeps turning Like something turned in flight The new beach, the old night In the colours of the cut knot False starts, blood stops In the steps unstitched from stair Echoes call in the wеt air Keeps turning, all keeps turning A hollow home scar, a bundle of stars, a seismograph hеart In telluric tense, we sound our own depths Go back to the start And in the glitter of the green And in the signal of the stream In the set square of the sun And the slowed attention And the body keeps a score The ocean an open door Keeps turning, time keeps turning Piled stories, broken stones The afterglow of upturned bones In the body weathering Twin eyes shimmering Love unheard is not lost It's a ripple, it's a cross Keeps turning, all keeps turning Hold on to this wild ocean Let the world inside We fall into wild country Let the world inside Hold on to this wild ocean Let the world inside We fall into wild country Let the world inside Hold on to this wild ocean Let the world inside We fall into wild country Let the world inside