[A Melody 1] The road falls quiet under my feet Dust on the hem of a borrowed night I carry a circle of vowels inside me Turning once, then twice, then out of sight [B Melody 1] Where speech leans back against the throat A hidden hinge begins to strain Two open doors are breathing slowly Both ask a name I cannot name [A Melody 2] Past the low green fold of the earth The lamps behind me thin and blur A river keeps repeating silver Like it remembers what we were [B Melody 2] One hand reaches for the morning One hand holds the darkened rail Every step divides the weather Every answer leaves a trail [A Melody 3] I shape the air without a promise Let every syllable find its own skin The hollow below grows small beneath me And the far side pulls me in [B Melody 3] Where speech leans back against the throat I loosen what I used to bind Two open doors keep breathing slowly I walk through both in my mind
