The time capsule we buried in the yard Is brittle rust and swallowed by the roots Where the past gathers, old ghosts commune They found a life in me and divided me in two
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty Is the moment that she turns to go
The time capsule and all its prison guards Turned rusted earth and all its jailbirds too And the dead letters buried there soon found a light in me Held power over me, I found a way to get free
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty Is the moment that she turns to go The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty Is the moment that she turns to go The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty Is the moment that she turns to go The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty Is the moment that she turns to go
The quivering livid tear into deliverance The violent, ecstatic flash into existence Of breath and heat, the moon cycling Shadow and light, the wheat Bolted, wilted, winnowed to raze The gold grain down to darkling meadow
The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty Is the moment that she turns to go The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty Is the moment that she turns to go The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty Is the moment that she turns to go The moment you reach out to take hold of beauty Is the moment that she turns to go
The fallen ash made a crater in the yard And arms of roots and your letters into leaves