the words rolling about your head for years
and the clay of your face withering
the well of your sorrow is untapped
hearts are heavy barricades exploding
I am surrounded
by the words I have written
the pages, the letters and losses
I am nothing but the photos in the albums
of those I have left and those who have left us.
an ode to your hands holding
what they have reached for and have not held yet
the ache from the cramping, holding
will subside with the motion of blood flowing
heavy water are the lines on my face this mossy morning
the well untapped its caverns aching
the winds hitting heavy walls are sturdy
crying in my limbs, tired and fluttering
branching to the skyline, woods are quaking
tumbling through the cold and heavy water
Maer, from Switzerland, debut with a haunted (and haunting) folk song that will warm you heart as it sends shivers down your spine. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 23, 2022