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Whispers Of The Waves

from Anything At All Forever by Paul Gonzenbach

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To have loved is everything. And I loved once: a song I heard trilling in the crisp morning air. To have grown a pair of wings like I have done and slipped the knot closer on a dare, is the way we talk about the things we've seen, the table for one and drinks for ten. It's easy to conceive. A letter from another life, a person you once were, a person that you haven't been in years.

I know you once gave your word and broke it the first chance you got, bending in to me. On the roof I saw a bird, a thing alive with fire and song singing out the end, whispers of the waves. See it now pluck your heart from its home and resting place. See it place it back. See you become young again before I rattle out my blackened lungs again, crashing through the waves and wearing feathers and fins. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies.

It's uneven timing. It's the last thing I would see on an afternoon that was whispering of things unseen. And the pine trees like a brush painted up the sky. It's easy for you to see what was waiting there for me. And Tempest, who was alive then, came walking through the bog, his neck thick as an ox, his antlers parting through the fog, his three good feet padding on the softness beneath him. His fourth, from an old wound, tempest tempting.

And I know he saw me for he gave me a long look, the kind of thing that only ever happens in books. What do the creatures know? What on earth can we be certain about? What then am I left with? What can I protect from flood and drought?

In a week, he would be dead, arrowed down by a young man I like. In my house there are a hundred half-done songs. Each of us leaves an unfinished life.

To have loved is everything. And I loved once: a song I heard trilling in the crisp morning air. To have grown a pair of wings like I have done and slipped the knot closer on a dare. I see you become young again before I rattle out my blackened lungs again, crashing through the waves and wearing feathers and fins. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies. Thanking you for gentle mercies.

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from Anything At All Forever, released September 14, 2016

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