You bring the vibes of Cockle Creek Road,
The curve of the bay, the huddling trees,
And the sound of the wind is a ceaseless code
Of the words of your soul. You light
Matches, you burn wicks, and
You do not see the light of the sun in the west.
And one day that light will shine through your hand,
Will shine in your chest and your legs,
And as you walk on the road, you’ll find
That your own light was so small,
And you walk in a light that is so kind
That is so stern that is so deep,
Lights that dance on the gravel
Of the road, that float in the evening
Lavender, that slowly loosen to unravel.