Lyrics

THE ANGELS’ SHARE

Between the lines of the writer’s dream
Crusher fines, trim of the tailor’s seam
Edge of the clouds and the space in between

Chips of stone, sawdust on the workshop floor
Whispered words, lost behind the door
Forgotten dream, the unused metaphor

Water and grain
Heat and age
To give without gain
The angels’ share

Crossed out lines on the poet’s page
Whispering pines and the secrets that they say
The potter’s hands wet with clay

A feather lies lonely on the land
The partial truth, the best laid plan
Portraits drawn into the sand

Water and grain
Heat and age
Distillates into
The angels’ share

Water and grain
Heat and age
Evaporates into
The angels’ share