Zaya

I stand in the nave, where praise be, I know I'll be saved, my eyes are like thunder, wine dark as the sea, love never slumbers, in the blue grave, stripped beneath the trees, nothing's left to trade, between here and surrender, grows an old amber need, doesn't stay to linger, my heart starts to break, it's late for the season, birds go on their way, my face shines in wonder, my soul laughing clean, i nearly tore asunder, it's quiet in this place, fifty years of heed, find their own space, someone waits for me.