The start of the morning and the dark side of the moon had a moment alone

You covered your eyes

So the light of the ever-loving ring that gave life to us all

Couldn't call you to die

On the lawn, Dylan did up a rolled cigarette, and he

Thought about grace in a turbulent head

With apple seeds falling from oak trees of red

I couldn't question the meaning of any of it

There was a criminal silver tint to the paper frame glasses

Tucked behind your ears

With hands that had reclaimed the tremble of vulnerability

Stolen in the years

Steady now to fill cups of water for bed

But still spilling the coffee and burning the bread

And I'll keep burning brighter than I ever did

And try not to question the meaning of any of it