The coffee tastes like burnt metal
The oil drips on the tile
I watch the heavy cream settle
I have been here a long while
I am rooted in the clay
While you drift far out to sea
Wait for the light of the day
Bring the shoreline back to me
Your eyes are bleached by the white foam
The salt crusts over your skin
You have no place left for a home
Where does the water begin
The Monarda blooms in the shade
I prune the dead leaves away
A patient promise I made
To keep the garden in play
I am rooted in the clay
While you drift far out to sea
Wait for the light of the day
Bring the shoreline back to me
Sift the loam through shaking hands
Measure out the winter freeze
Walking through the coastal sands
Falling down upon my knees
The beacon spins in the black air
The diner clock hits three AM
I find a seed in your hair
A tiny green living gem
I am rooted in the clay
While you drift far out to sea
Wait for the light of the day
Bring the shoreline back to me
Plant it deep in the ground
Where the lost things are found Salt and soil
Salt and soil
