Harness

I call your name upon the woods
Echoes roaring but no sound is heard
Stillness, memory shattered
Meaningless, to me.

Fallen, my knees on the ground
Soil tender, moist and brown
The dirt on my heart,
The dirtiest of stains
Meaningless to me.

Thus does the wind blow your scent ahead
Thus comes rushing many of the words you said
Thus am I no one.

Rise again I'm clad in white
I'm here forever, but not tonight
The moon sees my sins,
The woods dive right in.

Meaningless to me.

Thus do I recall your voice
Thus do I shiver, newborn I rejoice
Thus I am no one.

~Mia Persson