On Our Parting, My Beloved
Rob Grote
You will
Feel the fever leave you
You will
See the hairs lie down
When waking from a dream
In the first moments try to remember
With all of your might
And through all of your weakness
Paint the details down
As scripture
As unchangeable truth
You are blue eyes
Made of love
Yellow ring
Around the sun
Ring of you around me
You always seem to glow
You will
Feel the fever leave you
You will
See the hairs lie down
And on our parting, my beloved
As the hard world cranes
Its ugly heads
And the cows lay down in their pastures
And fate herself sings their songs - High and haunting
You are blue eyes
Bathed in light
Strip me bare in
The soft night
Oh how you undo me
Oh how you undo
You will
Feel the fever leave you
You will
See the hairs lie down