the lemon city is sunken.
dig me out of years.
create a lake of lasting.
the choice of water is to wait.
because of where we go.
the holes we leave behind.
fill up with rain.
and gravity turns them into rivers.
all going, all flowing away.
from that place.
I see night and day.
being together.
from birthday to end.
hope has us seen again.
whether the sky is blue.
or blood red.
remember what was said.
before the sinking.
before lemon city became sour.
when Fridays were fine, gone.
sing the old, folk songs.
of the loves behind the damn.
when the flooding.
was only in seamless dreams.
and we could only see from above.