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We gather dawn into a jar,
We keep each evening wherever we are,
We chop the days into small rounds,
And stir them close without a sound.
We watch the loaded spoon and smile,
We turn the fire down a while,
The years will simmer on their own,
And fill the bowls we’ve always known.
The pot breathes steam in slow white curls,
The honey melts and slowly swirls,
It feels like time has turned to wool,
And every day is soft and full.
The pot breathes steam in slow white curls,
The honey melts and slowly swirls,
It feels like we are not alone,
We found a warmth that’s all our own.
We watch the loaded spoon and smile,
We turn the fire down a while,
The years will simmer on their own,
And fill the bowls we’ve always known.
The pot breathes steam in slow white curls,
The honey melts and slowly swirls,
It feels like time has turned to wool,
And every day is soft and full.
The pot breathes steam in slow white curls,
The honey melts and slowly swirls,
It feels like we are not alone,
We found a warmth that’s all our own.
