webbed into the mosaic
by tanner brockwell

webbed into the mosaic
the shards appear colors
known tones
the semblance of shape
a form illusory
a matter betwixt
the hidden breath
the inward west
where nations met
heroes fell
the soft foot tread
of wilderness way
i hope to see
a harvest moon
a sudden dawn upon the day
and sleeping caution
slips away
for stars are missed
from seasons past
oh how the chorus brings
each note to say
here is a wonder now
here is most new things
where have you hid it
but quite close i say
your beating heart
gives you away
there is no new day
unless there is a day with you
the path leads not away
but only to something true
walk this wood
i shall show you then
webbed into
the mosaic the shards appear
colors that i cannot show
for they are fragments
of some falling star
wishes sent have landed here
and what was far suddenly
suddenly appears
oh how the chorus brings
known tones

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