Gone the Holding

Limestone and the empty road

A flower bed of yellow roses

I’ve got another call coming down the line

Leaning out of broken blinds

Spiders thread in the edges fly

Flicker in the a-frame

Golden tepid light

Gone the holding we were in

From the cold Atlantic wind

Ferry port, metal wing

To other shores us they bring

These doors that rattle

In vaping wind and out of time

To let it be enough tonight, we’re running out of time

Lines in soil, lines in sky

I am alone in the fields tonight

And alone I may remain

Stark like consequence

Gone the holding we were in

From the cold Atlantic wind

Ferry port, metal wing

To other shores us they bring

Blackbirds scattered at the green

Gathering in the barren tree

Grief rises heavy

Ascend into the night

Damp clothes on the line

Shaking fence, quivering pines

Terrace echo

Coming back to life

Gone the holding we were in

From the cold Atlantic wind

Ferry port, metal wing

To other shores us they bring

Gone the holding we were in

From the cold Atlantic wind

Ferry port, metal wing

To other shores us they bring

These doors that rattle

In vaping wind and out of time

To let it be enough tonight

We’re running out of time