Shanalea Moore, I love you
As the day is long
Or short in times of joy
Your smile is my song
For me you were a lighthouse
Among the rocky shore
You always were my best friend
When there was nothing more
And the heavens sing a purple light
From black and stormy clouds
And in God's love I'll hear your voice
As quiet as it is loud
As quiet as it is loud
I lost my son I lost my wife
They tied me up in chains
They fed me on the bread of tears
And drowned me in their shame
And in the hard long nights
And in the awful morn
And when I saw my faced had aged
As all the days were torn
As all the days were torn
There you were, the hands of Christ
There you will always be
You are in my heart of hearts
In deepest sympathy
And the heavens sing a purple light
From black and stormy clouds
And in God's love I hear your voice
As quiet as it is loud
As quiet as it is loud
I stretch the plane into a conch shell
Strands spiral into coils
Inversion, collision
Collapse
The fiddlehead uncurls
Nothing moves