Darkening Hour

I've been trying to let go of some things

Won't let go of me

From the dream into an unmade day

Pin the leaves up in the tree again

It was easy then

There was time to burn and clear it all out

There was time to lie and let ourselves down

Before the darkening hour

In the darkness, I can see myself

In the outline of the shape you left

So how do I stop short of passing everything on?

Do I forgive something I can't remember all of?

I don't go down those tunnels anymore

I don't read notes that show up under the door

It was easy then

There was time to burn and clear it all out

There was time to lie and let ourselves down

Before the darkening hour

There was a time when we were leaves on the same tree

Among the many leaving trees

I hold my breath in the dream, I hope in the days I have left

This is how we meet again