Sail

In an Escher town In the Palace - Gallen, hidden low And the peaks stay Saint And the streets wind up and down below To the balcony Where the hands embrace amidst the rows And the flickering screen And the smell of almonds in the grove Don’t leave Don’t leave Don’t leave To come so close to offer this Won’t leave — don’t leave And the screen says, “stay”, every time The image it plays in my mind And we say Gracе Every time we’rе in this place Is it mine in the mirror? Is it mine or the mirror, we make? Where we haven’t run Deep into the rows Where the olives grow Lost in the unknown Until, lost is all we know And the pollen silt Til we’re tracing in the snow And down into the screen Says “stay”, every time The image plays in my mind And we say Grace Every time we’re face-to-face Is it mine in the mirror Is it mine or the mirror we make Take all the time it takes To make all the time it takes It takes all the time it takes To make all the time, it takes Don’t leave Don’t leave Don’t leave