the burning heart of joan of arc
like a phoenix flew to your mother’s womb
and with you came a tendering refrain
on the wings you lost and wings you grew
libra moon, the same hospital room
i came tumbling into the light
and that refrain was hidden in my name
in the parts i couldn’t say quite right
until we met that day
in the ashes of the colonnade
and every love
from the fount, it came and homed in us
through the pines came ringing auld lang syne
and i went walking through our life
our secret spell, our favorite bagatelle
lined the cobbles up to longwood drive
and i hoist my legs on radiator pegs
just to wave you through the window, bye
by fleur de lis, from ludwig to elise
i have loved you before
i will love you once more at least
by the ashes on the mantelpiece
and every love from the fount that came and homed in us
if i’m made the first to find my grave
i’ll be humming our refrain to you
in no notes composed, nor in my finest prose
could i chronicle the garden grew
or how sweet it was to be loved by you
how sweet to know that i will see you soon
with every love from the fount that came and homed
through the martyr’s ashen bones
and one and quarter score of tones
in us
credits
from Brightness,
released December 2, 2017
emily moran: vocals, acoustic guitar
josh knowles: violin
avery ballotta: violin
anna stromer: viola
cristobal cruz-garcia: cello
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