Landlocked and Buried

 

Sommer Smith

Time, carried away on conversation
Evaporated from my eyes to condense into salt on the terminal floor.
The taste of morning still fresh on lips,
eyes swollen sleepless remember this–

love comes in a landslide.
The ground is condemned to change.
And though time might try to steal away today.
This is not his to take.

And so what happens when the landslide calms?
Is reality quite different than we had thought?
You’re landlocked, I’m buried
The silt is in my blood.
Its not the wind but the water that can remedy my faults.

And so soiled love, let the river run its course,
And wash away all this remorse.
Sometimes we rush, sometimes we fall,
sometimes the oxygen seems like its not there at all,
But we go on.

And love comes in a landslide.
The ground is condemned to change.
And the silt is running fertile through my veins.
Its like an echo, an echo of your name

So care for me and carry me through the ripples of your mind.
Take these waves for what they are, a wrinkle in time.
And in stillness reflect on the surface.
Your image will grow fonder with time.

And love comes in a landslide,
The ground condemned to change.
And though time might try to steal away today.
Like he did yesterday, this is not his to take.