Saffron Grasses

She scripts the scene in a silent light
Collapsing all days to a single night
His hands grab stars, but they drift away
It's alright, they're not needed anyway

It's the north and the south right on the inside
Listen for the call, as the seasons are tied

He dances across the saffron grasses
Sweeping away the scattered ashes
She dances too, in the deep midwinter
Opening spring for summer to enter

It's the north and the south right in the inside
Listen for the call as the seasons are tied

She brings water to his waiting open hands
He knows, she will, their grace they understand



Credits
Writer(s): Peter John Schimpf
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