Primal Breath - At the Gates

Look the herons in the greenbilled water

their wet-ash wings wear medallions of patience

We drift on…

We have stories as old as the great seas

breaking through the chest

Flying out the mouth

Noisy tongues that once were silenced

All the oceans we contain, coming to light

All the dark birds rush from the river

Leaving only the stillness of their language

There are no clocks to measure time,

but the beating of our singing hearts

[go?

We have stories as old as the great seas

breaking through the chest

Flying out the mouth

Noisy tongues that once were silenced]

You will know it is winter

by the way you dreams tremble like stones

when the wind comes through

The wind, full of hearts that beat quick and strong

[Noisy tongues that once were silenced

All the oceans we contain, coming to light

Primal breath]