mumblinandfumblin:

this is for someone very far away.

Faded Hymn

through driest plains
mountain range
across the border
this ain’t feigned
enthusiasm at all

call a lie
heave a sigh
a quilted bed
in which we’d lie
beneath each star that we could find

the grass is blonde
in the swaying wind
your breath’s a pond
that I’m wading in
the days are long
in this faded dim
We belong
To this faded hymn

the sun is low
we both know
the water cools down
at the close
silver quick and violet slow

scattered heat
let it bleed
trace the ground
with dirty feet
chase the sound that’s where I’ll be

Black and white
your dress
the miles
you’d guess
silent
pass
your eyes
and mine

the grass is blonde
in the swaying wind
your breath’s a pond
that I’m wading in
the days are long
in this jaded dim
We belong
To this faded dim
We belong
To this faded hymn