Sandstone

Sandstone and burnout-time takes everything Paths overgrowing from autumn to spring And the things I remember-the things I forget The shape of your body when we laid down to rest Soft-sodden wilds, retracing our steps The house and the heather where the birds make their nest And the things I have hidden and covered with stones The warmth of your eyes and the length of your bones I'll give you all that I have, oh all that I have --- Sandstone - Zach Winters