Veil of Lilies

Mmm—

A borrowed breath— Mmm—

A borrowed breath— The Spring — a sudden suffrage falls A green

insurgency

Against the grief of gray-gone days And Winter’s tyranny

The Winter wears a crown of ice And wards the sun away

He holds the life in hollow hand And bids the seed to

stay

But under stone

But under snow

A little green rebellion grows

Spring is but a borrowed breath From Winter’s hollow breast

A golden thread, a green-lit wound That binds us to the rest

Oh, life is but a fragile thread We weave and lose and

bless

Spring is but a borrowed breath From Winter’s hollow breast

The Spring is but a sudden stitch Of golden thread and green

Upon the wound of wintered bone Where frozen rivers dream

The Winter keeps his ledger cold His silence under glass

But every root remembers light And waits for it to pass

Beneath the frost Beneath the grave

The buried waters wake and wave

Not victory— Not endless bloom— But mercy moving through the tomb

Not summer’s throne— Not death undone— But one green hand against the

none A stitch— A thread— A seed— A breath— A wound— A

bone— A rest— A death—

Spring is but a borrowed breath From Winter’s hollow breast

A golden thread, a green-lit wound That binds us to the rest

Oh, life is but a fragile thread We weave and lose and

bless

Spring is but a borrowed breath From Winter’s hollow breast

The life we weave is but a thread That binds us to

the rest

A borrowed breath— A borrowed breath—

And then—

The rest—