Come Around

I sing the rhyme of an aging sailor
with hopes as bright as Noah’s raven
I’ve been speaking and stretching and strained in silent nights
with no hope or land in sight
if you could walk the waves to me
or bear peace across the waters . . .
this silence is haunted with the memory of your love
on the evening wings of a dove.

could you come around
and help me hope I’ll be ok
tell me that you wait/ tell me that you’ll stay?
I wonder what I’d say

through the troubled rage of ocean
in the eerie calm behind
I see the ragged rigging, a charred and broken mast
but I’m alive, the storm has passed
then I take time for reflection
with the sea my looking glass
and I’ve been thinking “if only you could see yourself this way
in the depths of this green grace”

till you come around
I will hope that you’re ok
I will pray to find when I catch your eyes
a quiet place inside

there’s no shade out on these waters
and I’m dizzy with the heat
at morning and evening – time’s sacrificial pyres
day wakes and ends in fire
and the sun a scorching suitor
and love a jealous flame
the smoke of this altar will season sweet the wind
till I’m a scent to touch your hair in

Could you come around
in all your flesh and bone
and not fear the pain and embrace the flames
you would surely know my name

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Sep 1st, 1999 | By Justin Brock | Category: Songs