Grief of New Desire

The knot of the braid
The caves and meadows of the flesh
The hopelessness at the heart of lust

Grief
Grief like the growing vine
My hopes in you
Have made me sick
Heron
Stillness
In summer water
Lopped logs
Rotting in the moss

Altars
Without offerings
Gardens
Sown with dust

The knot
Of the braid
The caves
And meadows of the flesh
The hopelessness
At the heart of lust

Grief
Like the growing vine
Grief
Like the growing vine

My hopes in you
Have made me sick
My hopes in you
Have made me sick

My hopes in you
Have made me sick

The knot of the braid
The caves and meadows of the flesh
The hopelessness
At the heart of lust
Grief like the growing vine

My hopes in you have made me sick
My hopes in you have made me sick
Heron stillness in summer water
Lopped logs rotting in the moss
Lopped logs rotting in the moss
Altars without offerings
Gardens sown with dust