MOORINGS (WATER WHEEL)

moorings loose 

moorings loose or nothing at all

moorings loose, so as to one day be toward me

one day

in time, in tov

your eyes bring a washing to mine

toward, tender, together

the narrow, spacious way

floodlights

floodlights faith onto concrete

floodlights sweep into my ribcage

trace their insides

a finger of time, of tov

you mist over my sleep

a sea all to yourself

i will chart you, loose myself into you, find light in your flood

i'll close my eyes tonight and find you

that's what i'll do

together, we're near, i know we are, don't go

it must be you

building a fire in the corner of my room

to warm my feet as they sleep in the cold

of an open window and endless stars

it must be you

who holds my breath steady

catches it and draws the next one forth

from these lungs that seem fit to freeze 

under a night of endless stars

i feel your return

i feel you between my shoulder blades

dave talks about Maranatha as an ever-present reality

and it is, i think 

i think i think too much

a sky of endless stars 

should reveal not fear, but promise 

and a dad whose tattoo matches mine

should reveal not fear, but promise

the stars can fall from the sky

but as long as they come into my room

through that open window

hang from the ceiling for a while,

long enough to swim in

i’m okay

we’re okay