New Age Lines - Lomelda

Golden sun on the rise, a new ache, a heavy breath

Since my Great Aunt Lucy lost it in a dream

In sleep — by the morning, death

I need a longer walk with green colored sidewalk chalk

Golden song in my ear — a whisper of tired souls

And mason jar memories and dirty night gowns and faces covered by soil

And I need a longer walk with green colored sidewalk chalk

The lonely way lovers talk with shadows the whole block

Just a year ago we were young, now we’re old

Just a year ago we were young, now we’re old

Well, how could we know but be among stories told?

When we left our home, we let those lines tell us where to go

Reading maps and poems and open palms

And maps and poems and open palms

And maps and poems and open palms

And maps and poems and open palms

At Multnomah Falls again with no innocence left

Just the age in the sound

And the fear in my mind

And the ache in my side

I keep falling behind