Adagio, En Haut

May we rise like the chords of time That hasten us into your greatness Let my body’s brittle bones Become refined Sharpen me, madres! Into the warrior I need the most Valencia in springtime Share the same sting May we bloom in this darkness And bear our burden’s light Heavy is this weight we carry But heavier still is the spirit of fight For death cannot reach me But it sure can teach me The the love you bear is Nothing compared to the love she prepared You poured over into my blood As if you were my own my voice sings out cries of conviction Her, mi madre, mi amiga, my hen! Hovers over us now In the mist and in the rain God how I long to be near her My dearest friend and sister God how the pain reaches so deep Like a dagger has furrowed itself inside me My feet stagger like a drunkards gone to battle My shins fall to the floor My stomach screams me awake Oh God! my chest cannot rest Every night without you is worse But every morning I rise as a tree cut down Not fully awake, not yet in a dream My heart shivers as it flows in this winter river Take me outside and let me run and hide Amongst the soil and sand Bring me in all hooded creatures For I have come to faint amongst treasures Surely I will be buried here amongst the dead The worms will feast upon my borrowed flesh Let my bones rust covered with rust Never finished only branded My teeth sink into your fallen fruit Eat sweet death what you have framed me to be My head lays in the mud of the forest My body blanketed and bare My womb of the earth quakes of another close stranger I let loose a shriek that swells me into the still My eyes blinded by the flesh of the earth’s mill My hands have not defeated me yet May I stand? As free as I’d fallen Posé, Se leve Ensemble, Adagio En Haut