The waves lapping at the shore come from a forgotten place
like the light of a star long since exploded.
In some cleft of our minds we hide each harsh word we’ve ever said
and so we never forgive a thing, we’re always being goaded.
Compelled to act beneath our dignified natures,
or pushed upwards, beyond what’s possible or sane.
And like a mad mathematician we divide our lifetimes into fractions.
and at evening’s end we often feel our days were spent in vain.
If we could carry each other’s hunger in the hollow of our bellies
If we could hold each other’s sorrows in the chambers of our hearts
If we could cradle each other’s weakness in the strength of our arms,
we could fasten, a bond that’s come apart.
Separate and slow we find our way in the darkness,
the same cold floor numbs the soles of our feet.
In unison our palms slide down the walls feeling for the light switch,
but we pull them to our sides, if ever they should meet.
If we could carry each other’s hunger in the hollow of our bellies
If we could hold each other’s sorrows in the chambers of our hearts
If we could cradle each other’s weakness in the strength of our arms,
we would fasten a bond that’s come apart.
The frost on the window is formed from our exhalations,
as our spirits struggle on to ward away our sin
we cry in our sleep, we dream we’re in the wombs of our mothers
dreading the fateful hour when our lives begin
if we could carry each other’s hunger in the hollow of our bellies
if we could hold each other’s sorrows in the chambers of our hearts
if we could cradle each other’s weakness in the strength of our arms
we would fasten, a bond that’s come apart.
