Seasons With Marilu - Lisa Papineau

Torn apart in pieces

These shreds what’s left a home

The gathered nest a pillow

I rest my head upon

But when the fitful wind exhales

To bluster and to blow

The factions of my heart scatter

Which one should I follow?

Be the sunrise lost to sea

Be the sunlight in my eyes

Be the winter’s breath to heal

The rot of springtime

Torn down the middle

I fold each fragment square

Put them in a locket

And wave a hand over

This slutty magic has no master

No one in control

I pray for grace to rest in place

Wherever I roll up

Will I come to rest in peace

Will I a be a channel of your love

Will the breadcrumbs follow me

I’ve eaten up all of the signs

Be the sunrise lost to sea

Be the sunlight in my eyes

Be the winter’s breath to heal

The rot of springtime

Be the sunrise lost to sea

Be the sunlight in my eyes

Be the winter’s breath to heal

The rot of springtime