Petrichor

Dust like moonlight cascading through the leaves
Tears of Apollo in a monsoon down the eaves
Breathing the petrichor
My wretched vessel comes to shore
After-shocking rain has stilled the
Nerves in me that fray

And I'll find you
Beneath the boughs back home
And I won't mind if every
Second spent is pulling bones

Cooling marrow in my frame when I return
To my detriment, I'm always slow to learn
Feeling the petrichor and
Not much else I turn indoors
At least the storm has calmed and
Gives me time enough to mourn

And I'll find you
Beneath the boughs back home
And I won't mind if every
Second spent is pulling bones

I'll work this ground until my fingers bleed in recompense
Lest the crop I bear be riddled with impermanence
It's best to tend the garden when the soil's freshly wet
I've never known the tempest to return to quiet it's regrets

And I'll find you
Beneath the boughs back home
And I won't mind if every
Second spent is pulling bones

And I'll find you
Beneath the boughs back home
And I won't mind if every
Second spent is pulling bones



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Writer(s): Ovi Collins
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