We met in someone’s wake.
Who’s, I don’t remember.
But there were widows and whitecaps
All around
As we sat silent
And kept pretending.
That either of us knew the reason we had come Or why the other had come
And she never got to know me
And I never got to know her
That’s the way it goes.
So it goes,
In love
And onward.
But i felt the light
From that infinite sky
And the voice of the blessed center said “Rekindle. Arrive.”
I never believed in one breath after that.
I never believed it was the same sun, rose
That set
And every night when the dark would come on I’d believe there was no absence strong enough To keep the day within or without.
So it goes,
In love
And onward.
We hit the earth
And there was a wonderful crash.
Everything caught fire
Everything took ash.
It was over
As simple as we were put here we were gone. The crew compartment’s breaking up
And the passenger’s are strewn
All across the fields of North Dakota.
So it goes,
In love
And onward.
But i felt the light
From that infinite sky
And the voice of the blessed center said “Rekindle. Arrive.”
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