eirlys rhiannon

come home

Let sleep,
sleep be your medicine,
let the sheets
fold you away.
Leave your clothes
to rest
with your maladies,
come home.

Let food,
food be your medicine,
let your tongue
heal you alive.
Feed your heart,
not your misery,
come home.

Let truth,
truth be your medicine,
it ebbs and it flows,
it blows to the side.
No steady rock,
still transient harmony,
come home.

If you wait,
wait,
for this blessing
as you wear out
the floor,
half-awake,
suspended in bravery:
walk.


Words and music by Eirlys Rhiannon
Performed on Sleep by:
Vocals and Guitar – Eirlys Rhiannon
Piano – Rowan Armes
Harmonica – Carbon Town Cryer