Bullwhips - Wreck and Reference

I was a troubled lover then

and unable to put up the dam

for a different river

and let the valley to grow.

Still cuts me up,

satin and waning

But you did bring me closer to something

that I didn’t know and you did fill me with the urge to go on.

But now that I don’t need you, can I rest?

But now that you don’t me, can I rest?

I am a troubled lover still,

wreaths mystery and its warnings still hang on the threshold,

guiding me always.

T

horns in the haunch, pale embers of yesterday’s fires.