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 anew.