try catching the wind in the end of a rope

try catching those spells being whispered



ropes are tied

from the lines you can hear words slipping

so bright

you'll hear the end of a line



sun low on the water

sun low on the water these grains of sand

glow low on the water

glow low on the water they slip from my hand



ropes are tied

from the lines you can hear words slipping

so bright

you'll hear the end of a line