Primal Breath

Look the herons in the greenbilled water
 Their wet-ash wings wear medallions of patience
 We drift on...
 [Go?]
 We have stories as old as the great seas
 Breaking through the chest
 Flying out the mouth
 Noisy tongues that once were silenced
 All the oceans we contain, coming to light [, coming to light]
 All the dark birds rush from the river
 Leaving only the stillness of their language
 There are no clocks to measure time,
 But the beating of our singing hearts [, sing hard]
 [Go?
 We have stories as old as the great seas
 Breaking through the chest
 Flying out the mouth
 Noisy tongues that once were silenced]
 You will know it is winter
 By the way you dreams tremble like stones
 When the wind comes through
 The wind, full of hearts that beat quick and strong
 [Noisy tongues that once were silenced
 All the oceans we contain, coming to light
 Primal breath]