Art Is Mercy

Let me brush your silk and name myself a color after.
If the road were to divide, I would encompass.
Now, though, wheels seem just enough.
The only latitude I want is you.

If the road were to divide, I would encompass
Pathways not yet made, I would redeem choice from confinement
The only latitude I want is you
Beside me bringing climate to the work.

Pathways not yet made redeem choice from confinement
Any day now, when the weather holds my heart alight,
Beside me climate brings the work
To riveting displays of thinking river's pace.

Any day now, when the weather holds my heart alight,
The trebling branches sift through quiet
To the riveting displays of thinking river's pace
Mere divination of the messages from usual impatience.

Trebling branches sift through quiet
Reminscent of first moments when a picture comes to seem
Mere divination of the messages from usual impatience.
Look at where we are in blessing these surroundings.

Reminiscent of first moments when a pictures comes to seem
Wheels now just enough to
Look at where we are in blessing these surroundings
As I brush your silk and name myself a color after.