Words&Dirt

When I was a boy, my heart broke double,
Splintered edges and rough tools,
The smell of home made strange,
The sound of love distorted,
Underwater,
Drowned.

When I was a boy, that same sound saved me,
Caught me in calm moments,
Made me whole again, fleetingly,
As I waited to be dragged,
Underwater,
Drowned.

When I was a boy, I had a flame,
It burned within, scorched everything,
Drove home notes and baskets,
So strong I had to store it,
Underwater,
Drowned.

When I am with you, just sitting,
The sound comes back, the flame refulgent,
Still strong but with no power,
No heat, no fear, no urgency,
Rising slowly,
Breach.