It was the way you spoke as you were straddling the water oak
Toes were dangling in that cold green flow
Sweating in the heat the red clay streaked across your cheek
With made-up names we made our way on home
I can’t believe in anything
But now I feel so real
Running from the rain we took shelter in an ancient place
And floated like the ghosts that own that home
All the faces there in black and white and empty rocking chairs
And I knew then only the living feel alone
I can’t believe in anything
But now I feel so real
The sun was sinking low as we were searching for the guiding stones
You said you felt so happy then and there
We spoke the words on high and breathed our hopes to the dying light
To invocate a love to fight despair.
I can’t believe in anything
But now I feel so real.

(Solise, BMI)