White Apple
AARON NEBEKER
In shadow
In dark
In cold wind, open up your heart
'Cause time brushes
Your face
And one loved them, every new shape
One loved them for what could not get left behind or washed away
Some were seasons
Some just days
I'm bringing nothing with me I mean to save
This faint sweetness
This wick of light
This white apple full of bites
A white apple full of what
Has slipped away from me
Full of flesh sweet as memory
Full of hope grown from a fallen tree
Full of a life I can't just let myself believe
So if I haunt you
If I do
If my shadow leans up on you too
No good intentions
Or ways I talk
I'll just leave a light lit for you to walk
I'll leave a light lit for you to walk