I Am Handed Roses

Seeking light,

A fragile thing,

I’m like a plant or a tree,

you didn’t know me,

you didn’t show me anything.

The way I wore that ring,

Like it was a part of me,

A glistening of everything,

Or a piece of gold?

Invisible I’m told

Invisible I’m told

The things that I now hold,

That I will never speak.

We were so young, I didn’t know that it was possible,

To break the light inside yourself

And carry on in that dark house.

Don’t take the light upon yourself

And carry on in that dark house.

The way light shined us then,

I think about it now and then,

The way the night fell on us next-

I am handed roses overgrown.

I am handed roses overgrown

I am handed roses overgrown

I am handed roses overgrown.

I am handed roses overgrown.

I am handed roses overgrown.