“Ashes of the Morning” (©CHRIS@ASTI2013) LYRICS: I woke beneath the silence Where your shadow used to sleep, The dawn was pale and broken Like a promise I can’t keep. Your whisper touched the window Then it faded in the rain, And the old world started trembling In the corners of my pain. There’s a candle on the table But its flame is bruised and thin, It flickers like confession When the night is closing in. I hold its trembling shimmer As if holding back the tide, But every wave remembers What we tried so hard to hide. Oh love, you were the question I could never write in ink, A riddle carved in water Far too deep for me to think. And still I roam your echoes Like a pilgrim through a hymn, Chasing fading hallelujahs In the places I have been. So let the ashes of the morning Fall softly on my hands, Let the sorrow find its blessing In the places where it lands. For the heart becomes a lantern In a long forsaken night, And even in the ruins You have taught it how to shine. I walked the road of heartbreak Where the lonely prophets go, Their eyes were filled with winter And their coats were lined with snow. They spoke of holy fractures Where the soul begins to bend, And how every shattered lover Meets a truth they can’t defend. Your name was once a kingdom Where my weary heart could hide, A psalm carved into marble Safe from time and from the tide. Now it drifts like desert wind Across the bones of yesterday, And I can’t tell if it’s leaving Or just learning how to stay. Oh love, you were the candle I could never let burn low, A wound wrapped up in beauty And a thorn I couldn’t throw. Still I feel you in the dust That settles quietly on my skin, A soft and aching memory Of the place where we begin. So let the ashes of the morning Fall softly on my hands, Let the sorrow find its blessing In the places where it lands. For the heart becomes a lantern In a long forsaken night, And even in the ruins You have taught it how to shine.
