Circles

A long time ago
When the world was still cooling
An angel of God
Ran away from her high home

Collapse and rebuild
How the world recreates you
In fits and in starts
Through loss, life is born

Down in the streets
That she moves in and out of
Comfortably close
How the wind blows right through her

When night settles in
She would look out her window
A sky full of signs
She would trace by her hand

You may think you owe a debt
But no one is holding it
Called you bastard, call you child
I'm sorry, I am sorry

Born at the break of the world's first dawn
Darkest songs passed through your tongue
You will see a glorious day
I'm sorry, I am sorry

A long time ago
While the ocean was forming
She skulked the earth
Lonely in displacement

Memories of home
Tangled up and recurring
When left to themself
Reckless hearts lash about

Wingless and broke
She placed a scar across the dessert
Bitter and cold
She put a flame to her history

When night settled in
She would look out her window
A sky full of signs
She would trace by her hand

You may think you owe a debt
But no one is holding it
Called you bastard, called you child
I'm sorry, I am sorry

Born at the break of the world's first dawn
Darkest songs passed through your tongue
You will see a glorious day
I'm sorry, I am sorry

Memory moves in concentric circles
Growing as her time moves forward
Through the ages, her past grows larger
Taking her over, always in circles

Dance of time, violence of life
It splashes in her deep lake mind
Absorbing pain and expanding it further
Always in circles, concentric circles