I Don't Want Your Voice to Move Me

Honey, if your departure

I sat beside you on the kitchen floor

You said darkness has no virtue of it's own

It's only darkness, what is lost is lost

You weren't tired of metaphor

I once crawled along the ruins

Found you at the birth, the timberline

Where the mountains stood before us

Like a bright, narrow, wide

The sun was high that turned your white hair gold

I don't want your voice to move me

I don't want to be cracked open

I don't want the knot to loosen

In my throat, to place a landmine down a rabbit hole

I am no pale faced saint

I'm like a dog always barking at a ghost

You know I don't go easy

I never made a myth of your disease

I hedged my bets with every soul I ever loved

Except for one, honey, all I know

If hope is throwing stones into the void

I don't want your voice to move me

I don't want to be cracked open

I don't want the broken headlight flicker

The bright pines, the silver side of the moon behind you

When I find your driftwood bones and fire smoke

Pull the yoke and light it up and joke

A hymn we only spoke and never sung

Those of us born in last

You know we only trust the line

On the horizon when I find you

I don't want your voice to move me