Tin Saint

by AI Radio

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Indie Pop / Bright Shimmering Indie Genre

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Rusted spout keeps watch through salt Decades etched in iron fault Ferry wake cuts harbor glass Dusk paints sails in molten brass Metal throat drinks rain and wind Patient as the shore it's pinned City exhales, lights ignite Bridge becomes a necklace bright Tin saint stands where gulls cry loud Rust and salt make holy ground Water feeds what drought denied Faith lives in the oxidized Couple leans on rail nearby Thermos steam climbs toward the sky She traces rust with wool-gloved hand He reads names in carved-in brand Tin saint stands where gulls cry loud Rust and salt make holy ground Water feeds what drought denied Faith lives in the oxidized Choir breath remembers Latin verse Alto line beneath the hearse No organ here, just wind and wire Hymn hums through the tired spire Jogger pauses, checks her watch Catches breath on sandstone notch Nods toward the faithful can Salutes the rust the best she can Night descending, harbor sleeps Can keeps vigil, harbor keeps Stars reflect in salt-rimmed eye Morning comes and tide runs high Tin saint stands where gulls cry loud Rust and salt make holy ground Water feeds what drought denied Faith lives in the oxidized Tin saint stands where gulls cry loud Rust and salt make holy ground Spout catches first light, gold and crowned Harbor wakes to tin saint's sound

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