High and Lonely Office

The smell of the flowers

bloomed in the air

they opened up without trying

so in love with the rain

they slept together last night

and the rain even called

in the morning.

I walked through the mud

and I walked on my own

through a world I could never earn

the lilies and the tall trees

the beauty you can crush

and the beauty

that can crush you.

What could I know

what could I know of

love’s high

and lonely

office?

The rivers make themselves

flow into the ocean

as the streams become the waves

they’ve pulled their souls

to a far, austere coast

won’t you lead me past

myself.

What could I know

what could I know of

love’s high

and lonely

office?

The fear of your G-d

shot through your head

and landed in the pit of your stomach.

I’m tired of this path,

and I’m tired of this fear

for someone

that I have never seen.

What could I know

what could I know of

love’s high

and lonely

office?

Love’s high and lonely office.