Vanishing Tide
Omar Rodríguez-López
She's been losing
Her love for me
She picks me up
On her shoulder
And then she hangs me in the dark
No sun
It's bleek
This skin has turned through yellow
You let me go slow
Teach me to float
On the river
In the ash
I've been
A fool
The sights of my mind
When you're calling too far away
I belong too
Nothing
Not a word from my wrist
A soft melody
Will learn to quench sleep
Forcing me
To call home
Sometimes she looks asleep
When in fact her eyes are always wide open
Now the angel seems to be
When the sun resides the memories grow colder
Vanishing tides return to bother
She learns to let go
Breaks at the rash
Left in our [dents
Plee]?
