Monastery

Forgone, begun Before all of my days are done Hold fire, plead choir Before all of the haze was sunned I didn’t mean to be so monastery I’ve been keening like a missionary When every wild grown cherry Could wind its way to true I’ll write them, too I’ll carry it through Hard line, inclined Below the balconies left to climb Charred pine, enshrine All of the memories left are mine (all mine, all mine, all mine) I didn’t mean to be so ordinary I’ve been weaning off the cometary When every February Could find its faith withdrew I write for you I’ll carry it through I didn’t mean to be so mercenary I’ve been bleeding for a sanctuary When every tributary Just bends me back to you I’ll write it new I’ll carry it through I’ll carry it through