Slow Burn

Like all good reasons
You come beating like a drum
Such heart sets rhythm
Syncs its setting with the sun
Sweet lady lilac
How your blessings bare the brunt
Shouldn’t serve to cross
The crux of waning love

Hold back this season
I believe that I’ll become
What is needed of me breathing
On this island in the sun
It’s not easy to be thinking
We’ll be sinking at the turn
Of a century existing
On a slow, slow burn

Mind your own business
Said the pastor to the priest
Cut slack cut corners
Save our story at the least
While kings and suitors
Seek their soul in ivory
There’s an all to human side of them
You’ll find in me

Hold back this season
I believe that I’ll become
What is needed of me breathing
On this island in the sun
It’s not easy to be thinking
We’ll be sinking at the turn
Of a century existing
On a slow, slow burn

I, I can behold your side
I, I’m only halfway right
I, I can behold your side
I, I’m only halfway right