The sun is old on water Yearling flakes keep whirling by "Carry me awry" Collapsing breaths discover Turning hope, new-boarded highs Receding howls dew the skies Closing eyes recover Amber light in wintry bed "Can you pull me under the cold, charred sea?" Whispered words of summer Fallen ode, a bawling bless, Serenades the water and carries me anew. In softest air, a stutter steers the heart away from the bane, leaves the lasting sorrow and carries me a new.