Your Wake

there was a wake, that we could see in the sky like a ripple in the clouds at night. for one time I could see in your mind like your eyes were a shrine at the gates of some divine... As the clock works, in your own words, i have the revenue based on your work and i have the records here to fill a whole book and no one can catch you but i have you open i have you open like a crook. Withering winter spring send me a flower up a frozen over stream wrap it around a ring to keep it anchored to stop the weathering. You're like a smooth cold stone but you're not my own im with the sediment its getting overgrown where is the sentiment? I'm feeling alone ill drink it til its gone