Warm Regard from Cascadilla Creek by Jordan Morton

Nothing makes much sense on paper, paper burns
Not much else makes sense in winter, winter yearns
For the summoning of warm regard
And for the blossoming of clover in the yard
And for the murmuring of Cascadilla Creek
I’m listening hard
And summoning every breath that we took in our sleep
Together

Time can move about in such an awful way
Years recounting but I don’t recall today
Til before my eyes your warm regard
And place and time seem to fall far behind
Cause here you are!
And I’m summoning every breath that we took in our sleep

Spend these visions I dreamed with the back of my head cradled in his hand
Overslept cause I dreamed there’s a bottomless love and promised land
Waiting never did you too much good but maybe this time
Yeah, you know you should have.

Now with your cold stance and absence you must be
A man in every sense yet still a boy to me
Til the summoning of warm regard
Til compassion helps you finish what you started
And I’m listening hard
For what is a man but the honest dissolve of his heart

Running water and rotting leaves - oceans away, man, did I believe
Grand old visions I dreamed with the salt of my brow cradled in his sleeve
And we’re throwing stones on the day that you know you’re not actually coming home
Now only you will never know me true
But only you will hear this melody the way that I do

And I’m summoning every breath that we took
I’m summoning every breath that I took alone on the creek

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