It’s time I collect my bones from the rubble

Flesh and blood return with all my scattered sympathy

I hear the hiss and pop of embers

Crumbling as I remember I was tending to a flame

When I woke

I whispered to the coals

Saw the elders

Singing in the smoke

And the ashes constellate

And when I get to where I’m going

I hear them crying meet me there

Can you hear black hounds of heaven

Feel them reeling

Like a thunder crack I hear the sound

Of a heartbeat buried in the ground

Hollow chest begins to ache

Sparkling images of hounds

Made of pitch and crying loud to be saved

Black mountain shaking

Rattling the stones

Palpitations crushing bones

So now I set my sail

On the glassy horizon

Twisters made of sand

Like sirens swaying in the heat

I see that old black mountain

Compass needle spinning out on me

WovenCrow

Fly above and sink below

Wake my soul

Sing over my bones

Sing over my bones

Shoeshine mixed emotions

Fills my head

Swing slow and heavy

The pendulum sways

Creaks through the floors between us

Ticks and tocks

Rattles the doors

The ghosts they don’t knock