I Don't Want Your Voice to Move Me

On the eve of your departure I sat beside you on the kitchen floor You said darkness has no virtue of its own It's only darkness What is lost is lost You were tired of metaphor I once crawled along the ruins Found you up above the timber line Where the mountains stood before us like a bride Narrow wide, the sun was honeycomb It 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'm no pale-faced saint I'm like a dog always barking at a ghost You know, I don't go easy I've never made a myth of your disease I hedged my bets with every soul I ever loved Except for one Honey, all I know of 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 sigh, the moon Behind you When I find you Driftwood bones, in fog and smoke The pull of the yoke, a knotted oak, a joke A hymn we only spoke and never sung Those of us born in loss, you know, We only trust the light on the horizon When I find you I don't want your voice to move me INSTRUMENTALS