Almanac

There's a season in your eyes
And a fever on your breath
And you're anchored to the tide
And the rhythm in your chest

I read the rings and count the city lights
You sing a static sonnet on the dial
You could take a walk, through the mines
Or you could spend all your days

Just waiting for the night
The stones that skip, the dust that turns to fire
I see it all reflected in your eyes
It's in your eyes