Orchard - The Honey Trees

you were the coal

she was the fire

that warmed your skin

and all within

memories to hold

her trembling fingers

held all they’d known

as she went on oh, sweet orchard

shade the growing light

holding softly to my weary eyes

thousands of all

hunger inside

these withering eyes

too tired to cry

a face, hiding so silently

burns to know

the love that grows here

oh, sweet orchard

let forgiving strands of light

break my silence

burn the night

oh, sweet waters

flow with love for me inside

cast me quietly unto morning’s light

oh, burn through the night, burn

oh, love burn through the night