كلمات Bitterroot

The Bitterroot River flows up the north Montana Showing cottonwoods aligned I feel the slowing of my mind In a tunnel of snow Going full-tilt down the canyon In rows of two I didn’t know we could be Loyal like dogs It was heartache It was helplessness Bittersweet communion Hand to hand and tongue to tongue To taste the presence Or the resin of two symbiotic lovers Did I contribute something new? Will I be as pure when I pass through As I was when I fell out of my mother? It was heartache It was helpless It was heartache It was helpless Springtime And the whole world blooms with me Awake, but I sleep alone Time was all that I had, honey Bitter fruit on your tongue It was heartache It was helpless It was heartache It was helpless It was heartache It was helplessness