lento.

slowly but surely it wakes you up

the drowsiness draining from the cup

slowly but surely you're all aware

of the emptiness; of all that isn't there

and it beats with a throbbing like native drums

and it tells you to get up, just get up and run

but frozen like waters in northern lakes

can't stop the crash or find the brakes

and when least expected it wraps all around

hold your breath, don't move, don't make a sound

lest you chase it away, lest it up and leave

and the rising and falling;

the chest will heave

dearly beloved, replenish the wine

dearly departed, i'll tell you it's fine

and the tears flow out with the blood of the vine

in the tender release of all that was mine